Showing posts with label The Happy Amateur. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Happy Amateur. Show all posts

Friday, December 11, 2015

Mad With Joy

Inspired by Sasha's post here




Write then,
Go; mad with joy of newborn day,
Or pup
Of lithesome grin of lad,
Of fresh-mown hay
Drink up
This cup where its air runs, rife
With un-penned poetry
And life is far too small to bear
In silent agony

So, write then
Mad with bliss, let life kiss you full
On the lips
Ere it slips to oblivion
Gossamer, an
Eclipse
Of moment over moment, lost
To past’s eternity
Of sad joy never madly snared
And bared in Poetry

© Janet Martin

Friday, June 19, 2015

The Love of June

(really wet then quick cold to hot is making for a brief peony season;( so we enjoy now as much as we can!)

Here is my weekly wikem on June:
June is the month with the longest daylight hours of the year. Wikipedia


If lent the chance my feet would dance across Her flowered dress
Without a break for slumber; unencumbered by Due’s call
Where she has spread above our heads a great celestial ball
And planted earth in gardens spilling rainbow happiness

If nature had a law that could be bent it would be June
We would extend the hours of Her stay and stretch the place
That seems to tease and put at ease the care-worn human face
Kissing us with appointments beneath arc of willow-tune

Even the critic is hard pressed to pinpoint valid flaws
She tilts his chin to marvel at the colors of her smile
And fills the fields with daisies; clover-hazy lanes beguile
The most industrious of creatures to relent and pause…

…to taste the haste of honeyed-noon dripping from heaven’s spoon
To drink the pink of peony and ponder as we stroll
The bud and how it holds within its folds a perfect soul
And proof of our ineptness to improve the love of June


© Janet Martin

Friday, January 16, 2015

...In That Fog is Low-lying (an Exerpt from Wikipedia)

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This photo was taken in December when we had almost a week of fog!

The term "fog" is typically distinguished from the more generic term "cloud" in that fog is low-lying...wikipedia
A Wikem is a wikipedia poem. Also linking to Margo in fog-enshrouded Atlanta.

The earth is small.
A bleary shawl
Soft-wraps each croft and street
Where villagers shuffle
Through a gray-purple
Low-flung sheet
 
Morn's murky air
Shrouds a thoroughfare
That yesterday was loud
With proud pull and push
And the full-color rush
Of life's everyday crowd

Now, dawn is a dirge
Morn, noon, night merge
In slow-moving, solemn cortege
Where the low-lying knell
Of a cloud that fell
Covers bowed heads

Janet~