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...

Good-bye Is a Gateway...

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

Adios Amigo

Is It Really Over 

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

 

 

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.

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.

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