Showing posts with label hockey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hockey. Show all posts

Monday, January 5, 2015

Poetry

Click images to enlarge...




 It's in the clutter and mess, not sterile tidiness, that memories are made...That reminds me; I noticed a coffee spill on the stairs where someone dashed to see if Canada scored;) In spite of Canada's win  Slovak goaltender Denis Godla was unbelievable!!

Dear Life, (or is it Dear Me?)

If I would study you too long
And hard then you would never be
Quite fit enough to hang upon
Time’s wizened walls of
Poetry

For scrutiny reveals your flaws
Then fear would be the death of me
And I would never write because
I’d pity you in
Poetry

Once flesh and bones, old poets dipped
Their quills into your heart-shaped sea
Braving the tide as soul-blood dripped
From fingertips to
Poetry

For imperfection is the grace
Whereby a poet is set free
To humbly, reverently trace
Life’s love-lined face in
Poetry

© Janet Martin

Off to the music that makes the poetry that makes the memories…or, is it the memories that make the poetry that makes the music...;-)?


Thursday, April 5, 2012

The Glory Days

Image Source: gazettextra.com


First game of the season...
They tumble onto the ice
Miniature robots
And darting minnows
Each a super-star
In the rite of innocence
Because at four and five years old
You can do nothing wrong
These are the true glory days

© Janet Martin

I read an article inviting kids to Mites/Tykes Hockey...
"Come! chill out and have fun because mites hockey is all about having fun! That’s all!"
What happened to the rest of the levels? Oh, right! Expectation…and fear of failure.
 

NaPOWriMo Prompt: In honor of opening day! 

Here is one of my all-time Favorites by Kenny Rogers