Lap of Luxury

PAD Challenge  25: Write an echo poem &

PAD Challenge day 26: For today’s prompt, write a luxury poem. 

(Combining two prompts because it's been a busy week!:)

White satin snow-light

'neath

Moon on black velvet 

O'er

Silver arrangement

Of 

Stenciled repose 

On 

Parchment of echoes

Where

Wanderers dally

To

Capture the petals

Of

Yesterday's rose

Janet Martin~

That is what the other night felt like;

A massive sheet of white satin, soft-stenciled

With the echo of trees

This morning rain is washing the remaining snow away...

Pictures...

Pictures; they just sit and stare
And they never say a word
Frozen in an image where
Hearts and memories are stirred

I pause to wipe a tender tear

Oh, it’s almost like you’re here

The night wind moans, a melody
Where arabesque thought-whispers fall
I can feel you here with me
It’s like you never left at all
I reach to touch your smiling face
No one will ever take your place

Pictures, they just sit and stare
Silver-soft echoes from the past
It's almost  more than I can bear

Yet, still I reach to hold you fast
For there are no words left to speak
My tear falls on your paper cheek

Janet~

Wild Wind Song

 

When the night falls down

In a dark velvet gown

Crowning earth’s borders

East, west, north and south

I hear the croon

Of a lost afternoon

I taste the salt

Of its tear in my mouth

When the wind moans blue

On midnight’s avenue

Phantom scavenger

Fearless and bold

I hear the lay

Of a sweet summer day

Warm in my memory

Yet to my touch, cold

When the wee house shutters

‘neath dark threats it utters

And love-stitched blankets

Cannot snuff its bluff

I hear the wail

Of a life growing pale

Heavy with things

Which are never enough

When dark night is deep

And the earth is asleep

Save for stark tree-tops

Tormented and tossed

I hear a moan

Echo sad and alone

A wayfarer searching

For years she has lost

© Janet~

Tonight the house shivers and shakes

as the harsh winter wind

howls and rakes 

its talons of steel across the dark

chill and wroth

shrouding the earth in a silver-white cloth...

The Haunt of the Bending Wind

The haunt of the bending wind

Wanders that little path

Of echoes left behind

In living’s aftermath

The hush of the snow-bent pine

Frames childhood’s carefree kiss

We trampled; un-bereft of Time

And its fleet-fingered bliss

The still of midnight’s deep

Bends softly to my thought

Little good it does to weep

For days which now are not

The haunt of the bending wind

Roams life's season-swept wild

Tuning soft whispers in my mind

Of when I was a child

© Janet Martin

Yesterday we spent the afternoon watching a slide-show of photos from my mother and her parent's childhood/youth days, as my mother reminisced! It was keen reminder of the change rendered by time and how some things never change.

The Measure of Living

Janet~

Of Empty Beaches...and Love

another Sonnet...

Across the canvas of this little day

The purple of fall’s waning hour creeps

As we recall the cerulean deeps

Of summer where life’s tender echoes splay

The sea rushes across the quiet beach

Where shrieks of children-laughter tunes our thought

Enlarging the expanse of what is not

And what remains forever out of reach

To love, and then let go is love’s great test

For what we truly love we never own

Yet, if we love we’ll never be alone

When time extends its hand with love's request

I hold you close in spite of what I know

God, give me strength when it’s time to let go

© Janet Martin