Showing posts with label country. Show all posts
Showing posts with label country. Show all posts

Friday, November 6, 2020

A Ruinous Affair


Why can't we learn from the smallest among us?!

Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God.
Matt.5:8




Because Writer's Digest has changed their sign-in format 
and because something (likely I am doing wrong) is keeping me out I am unable 
to go to or link to the page where other poets share their verse.
But the prompts are always a fun way to stretch the mind so, better late than never.

Day 5 promptFor today’s prompt, write a ruin poem. 
The poem could be about visiting some ancient ruins. 
Or you could write about ruining a situation or ruining a recipe 
(I've done both plenty of times in my life).
 But perhaps you're like me and can appreciate the beauty in things 
others considered ruined. 
Either way, write a ruin poem today!

A more serious take on the prompt

The Road to Utter Ruin

I hate the way haters destroy 
What love would build and bless 
Hate ruins any hope of joy 
It strangles happiness 

Hate, evil in its basest form 
Can never work for good 
But reduces to utter ruin 
Where once a country stood 

A country is not made of land 
Its strength not made of steel 
But people joining hand in hand 
Where love alone can heal 

© Janet Martin

a less serious take...

A Ruinous Affair

You rush through me 
A mighty sea 
That no fingers can trace 
And ruin any 
Plans I had 
Toward the commonplace 

You disregard 
Rules, strict and hard 
Set by tick-tocking Time 
You forsake chores 
Without remorse 
For the sake of a rhyme 

You tease and taunt 
The seas of Want 
With adjectives, nouns, verbs 
A tidal wave 
That poets brave/crave 
And only Poem curbs 

You whisper where 
Others breathe air 
Your grand geography 
Is boundless as 
The universe 
Of Possibility 

You ruin the 
Ordinary 
With curious delight 
And make each day 
An escapade 
To What A Poem Might… 

© Janet Martin 



Thursday, November 14, 2019

The Rural Truth

PAD Challenge 12: For today’s prompt, write a myth poem. 
Reinterpret a common myth, create a brand new myth, and/or mention a myth in passing.

Because there's so much to see and do in the country!





Some think that country-life offers endless monotonies
No malls, fine entertainers, restaurants, art galleries
Some wonder what we rural-bumkins find to do for fun
And while it may be true this life is not for everyone
I’d like to take a minute to debunk misconstrued myths
And perhaps change your mind about the way country-life is

The aisles/isles we walk are woodsy; skylines seem to have no end
Earth’s fashionistas grandly sport the latest, timeless trend
Where we become refreshed, not weary, on a spending spree
That needs no cash or credit; there is no admission fee
To the world’s greatest art gallery you will ever find
Wisp of wild grass etched on a canvas eth’real as the wind

And if we need to pause perhaps, to sit and rest a bit
We will be entertained by feathered choristers that flit
Among the dark and light of leaves where breeze-brushed sunbeams strum
The strings of willow cellos to the beat of shadow-drums
The food we serve is garden-fresh and at our fingertips
Bloom-bistros cater to the bumbling bee, tipsy with sips

The brook-beribboned vista, summer-steeped or autumn-drained
Or winter silver-white stirs sheer delight hard to explain
With never enough poetry or hours in a day
To spell all that there is to spell before it slips away
Where sweat and toil sweetens the spoil of hillside picnics, oh
And credits dot the big-screen sky after dusk’s colour-show

…and often we are dumbstruck by the grand simplicity
Such as the silhouette at sunset of a leafless tree
Or starry, starry nights where black and white the land, sleep-kissed
Is like a still-life painting set where time does not exist
But, just like anything, no matter where we choose to visit
We have to make the time to take it in
 or else we miss it

© Janet Martin



Wednesday, February 20, 2019

When Country Visits City...


 On Sunday we visited the city our middle daughter lives and works in....

She trades the rural panorama of meadow and stream
For glades of steel and concrete where sky-scraper spires gleam
And past her window hastes a never ending symphony
Of traffic noise that rushes like a river to the sea
And where a country night is tucked beneath star-studded deep
Her night dazzles with lights and sights and sounds that never sleep
No ribbit-ribbit lullaby, no wild forget-me-nots
Here towers almost touch the sky, here flowers bloom in pots  
Here mother looks a little lost and daughter leads the way
When country visits city for a bitty holiday

© Janet Martin


Whenever I go to the city I feel a little like the country mouse😁
 (mid-video begins the part of the story where country mouse accidentally ends up in the city)
how do I know this?! perks of childcare😉
plus, I love Beatrix Potter stories!