Showing posts with label good-bye. Show all posts
Showing posts with label good-bye. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 31, 2024

Goodbye July...

Hello all! 
I couldn't bear to wait till August to return,
simply so we can share 
sweet July's goodbye-grief together

Wheat fields wax gold, 



disappear...


Sun-diamonds stud sky-blue lake...


 

Pond is full of silver splash...


Garden goodness overflows...


How am I going to find my cucumber row under this squash plant jungle?!!
It looked like ample room when I planted those teeny seeds!!


And we have a little tomato plant forest as well!



Hard to believe it was this a month and a half ago!



Corn grows tall, a wall of green
Blocking panoramic scene...
(from now till corn harvest we will be
the Little House in the big (corn) Woods)
Every single field around us is tall corn

back view

side view

front view


So, we search for nearer thrills
Zinnias bloom on windowsills...




Wheat fields wax gold, disappear
Cricket chirp catches our ear
Sun-diamonds stud sky-blue lake
July’s goodbye stokes love’s ache

Shade tree beckons, cool retreat
Hairdo wilts in midday-heat
Tot sports popsicle mustache
Pond is full of silver splash

Freckles flourish, as does rose
Garden goodness overflows
Happiness hurts, torn between
What is, will be and has been

Dawn is dew-drenched, dusty-sweet
Want is quenched where waves wash feet
Wildflower profusion spills
Through ditches in rainbow rills

Footloose wonder scales new heights
Heady with July-delights
Bloom sports brooch of butterfly
Summer hearts brace for goodbye

Corn grows tall, a wall of green
Blocking panoramic scene
So, we search for nearer thrills
Zinnias bloom on windowsills

Sunflower beams, we beam back
Queen Ann flaunts lace bric-a-brac
July always feels so brief
Parting is love’s sweetest grief

Thunder rumbles, clouds release
Plush percussion masterpiece
Forging from hello, a bell
Tolling, heavy with farewell

Goodbye July, rest beneath
Summer’s glorious, floral wreath
Goodbye July, we would cry
But for August standing nigh

...a carpet of cricket-shirr
Ripples like a harbinger
Bearing August's bronze Baton
Over wheat fields, here and gone 

© Janet Martin

Sunflower beams, we beam back...


Queen Ann flaunts lace bric-a-brac...



Dawn is dew-drenched, dusty-sweet
Want is quenched where waves wash feet...





Goodbye July, rest beneath
Summer’s glorious, floral wreath...






Friday, April 30, 2021

Good-bye Is a Gateway...

 PAD Challenge day 30:For today's prompt, write a goodbye poem.


Adios Amigo






We pave the path to aftermath with joy and sorrow’s tears
How fleeting is the filigree that weaves whispers to years
Where hello always turns to farewell far too soon it seems
And we are always learning how to readjust our dreams

I love the way life dishes out surprise; I hate it too
The color of goodbye flows in a thousand shades of blue
Where nothing new under the sun still stuns us all the same
And time will always be a rebel that no one can tame

Darling, let’s take the long, slow way to farewell’s parting kiss
I know we both knew from the start that it would end like this
But we are poets; life runs wild with opportunity
Thus good-bye is a gateway to tomorrow’s odyssey

© Janet Martin

 

 

Friday, September 30, 2016

Proof of a Life Well-loved





Lord, when my life with its joy and its strife
Is chiselled down to bare size
All that I ask for the fruit of its task
Is a crop of hard good-byes

© Janet Martin

My mother-to-mother heart is full of hugs and prayers for my sis who was dreading this morning's good-byes to a daughter who is on her way to Thailand for 6 mos.

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Two Sentences about Learning to Say Good-bye...Good-bye




Homemade muffins and freshly-picked flowers don’t fill  heart-hollows but still, oh, we try to create creature comforts to cushion love’s hard parts as mouths but not hearts learn to say good-bye,

Books full of words may kindly distract us while cards holding heart-pieces bite the eye as we brave two syllables harder than most words we must learn to master…good-bye, good-bye

© Janet Martin



It doesn’t matter how often we say it, this is one word that practice does not make easier!
 I just gave Rob (our son-in-law)’s mom a big good-bye teary mother-to-mother hug as her visit ends and she flies back to Nova Scotia later today.

Monday, June 1, 2015

On Heart-holds and the Flipside of Hello



I'm glad hearts hold more than arms
for they are big enough 
to enfold and hold forever
those we dearly love

A few things happened this week-end to make me realize how thankful I am that hearts hold what arms can't!

You don’t want to go
I know
The tug-of-war twixt hearts can take
Our breath away
And leave us feeling
The full impact of love’s ache

I don’t want to go,
You know
Farewell is hard, our hearts and eyes
Brim with the
Overflowing measure
Of love’s bittersweet goodbyes

We don’t want to go
But we know
Nothing lasts forever so
We embrace, kiss faces
Knowing
Hearts never really let go

© Janet Martin