Showing posts with label Sunday Whirl. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sunday Whirl. Show all posts

Monday, October 24, 2016

Where One Seed Fell...

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I love wordles though its been a long time since I've tried one!
The Sunday Whirl offers a weekly prompt

For
all the
thousand,
thousand ways
that birth is spent 
(its matter... Days)
The only plant that fully thrives
Is grown when seeds break as one gives
So, when we wake and bounce from bed
then delve into the day ahead
We should plant well,
for who can tell
What bloom
will sprout
where
one
seed
fell

Janet~

Monday, February 4, 2013

Go Then...a Sunday Whirl on Monday


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Go then
Prove your point
Soon life will
Tenderly anoint
Your experience
With wisdom

Go then,
Stop your fuss
Life will remind you
Soon enough
Your miserable youth
Was sweet

Go then,
Wish and dream
The interest of hours
Does not esteem
One above
The other

Go then,
Once I too
Pranced restlessly
In a dreamer’s shoe
We all need to figure out
What to do

Go then
If you must
I am old
My dream-shoe is bust
One cannot be
A child again

Go then,
And God go
With you
You’re headed straight
For middle-age
Too

© Janet or Mom

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Be Aware...the Sunday Whirl on Wednesday





Beware; lest we no longer see
The wealth that spills from filaments
Not made with hands; the sea, the lands
The air and its rare firmaments

God does not charge the world at large
For every gift that he imbues
Of rain-drop pearl, and ice-art swirl
Of linen-cloud strewn avenues

But He requires that we desire
To care for His created things
For to disdain earth’s glorious plain
Is to disdain His offerings

And if within our bone-cell-skin
We do not sense this divine grace
Then, when He knocks, will the cold rocks
Call out to His tender embrace?

The sticky mess of selfishness
Confuses and deceives because
We do not see with clarity
The sacred charge He gave to us

© Janet Martin

I found the word 'sticky' to be a bit of a stickler:)

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Sunday, January 13, 2013

Poetry, Waiting to be Written



 (This morning it is gray rain-poetry; see below, so I chose a photo from earlier this week)

The dawn is imbibed with expectation
And diminishing deep
We are drunk with the elation
Wrought by sleep
As footsteps dash,
They slip and splash
Into its gilded room
The earth, a palace
We, the kings and queens
Of mercy’s bloom
To wish and dream another day
To live and laugh
And love and pray
And bear the virtue of its sway
Until Time’s bending tide
Breaks on the cove of twilight’s shore
And it is gone forevermore
Into the ditch with days of yore
Blessing and burden lie
Poetry flickers in each precious tick
Mortality trembles; a flame on life’s wick

Janet~

Rain-poetry; this NOT what our typical mid-January looks like.

 


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Monday, January 7, 2013

A Little Rusty



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Darling, are you still awake?
And will you venture out with me
Into the tumult of a night
Stark still with frigid clarity
Where breath hangs frozen and our step
Creaks loudly in the bitter cold
The giddy flame upon the hearth
Invites us from our midnight stroll
But we decline its luring grin
To listen to blue solitude
Ignite a fire deep within
Akin to passions of our youth
…darling let’s practice if we can
The thrill of being young again

© Janet~



Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Overtures of Spring





Moments burst, then twirl and swirl
Unfurling hours through the air
Rapid exhale, wild enigma
Painting portraits, raw and rare

Though grim gale hurls snow-storm spasms
Its insistence cannot quench
Dormant daydreams in the garden
And the bud that tree limbs clench

Soon will stir a ruby rustle
And what seemed a hopeless thing
Spills into nature’s spacious parlor
In grand overtures of Spring

© Janet Martin

Sunday, November 25, 2012

First Snow-fall...a wordle challenge





It fell on earth’s lethargy
A crystalline sash
Held on the garnet
Of mountain ash
The earth is still
Where autumnal heap
Of russet fleck
And farewells sleep

The scent of Christmas
Begins to fill
Our thoughts with hope
Peace and goodwill
Somewhere above
Earth’s snow-skimmed bend
Our load of trouble
Will come to end

But for now
Heaven pleases our sight
As autumn is bedded
In snow tonight
Where laden spruce
And hemlocks sway
And autumn’s girth
Is tucked away

© Janet Martin

Words from the Sunday Whirl: fell, held, still, fill, heap, fleck, skimmed, sway, end, load, scent, sight



Sunday, October 28, 2012

As I Think about Men and Women





Men and women seek
Other men and women
Trying to fill a void within
Men and women find
Other men and women to nurture
Or heal its damaged mien

Men and women love
Men and women
For Love is a thread, its power profound
As men and women wish
For other men and women
By its gossamer potency we are bound

Men and women need
Other men and women
To satisfy love’s single utter plea
There is no other way
And no other beauty
Like these friendships both now
And yet to be…

© Janet Martin