Showing posts with label poeticbloomings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poeticbloomings. Show all posts

Sunday, December 2, 2018

December Decoupage


 This morning at first glance it seemed the Painter's tray
 was filled with colors like drab, dreary, bleak...
 ...but on closer look. wow! look at all those colors in this decoupage!
and glass-rhinestone garnished trees!
 ...feathered sketches


The splurge of snow that fell the other day becomes a sea
Of puddle-mirrors; a gray shawl is tossed across the lea
The sodden leaves, like russet decoupage pressed to earth’s heart
Soft-stirs the downcast gaze with Beauty’s undefeated art
Where the easel that holds the canvas that unfolds each while
Always showcases Something that reflects the Painter’s smile
To rouse within the nature of our very human ways
A glorious sense of wonder and a humble hymn of praise

© Janet Martin

But, if we are feeling a little 'gray' here's why! (click link)

Monday, September 3, 2018

Ode to the Past


September always makes me super-sentimental...
...so I took a poem break after preserving peaches before tackling tomatoes.
Happy Labor Day!



The law of love and gravity  
Rouses soul-storms within
Where every breath life lends to me
Exceeds these shores of skin

And every death that dusk extols
Where earth succumbs to sky
Sweetens the waves that sweep through holes
Once full of you and I

The fluent speech of clouds and such
Shatters star-studded bars
Where I, caught in the teeth of Touch  
Showcase its reef of scars   

© Janet Martin







Sunday, September 2, 2018

Is It Just Wind In The Leaves

Finally able to visit the garden of Poetic Bloomings! today's prompt You Come To My Senses




Silver snicker in a flicker of green tossed with gold
Blurs the sheen where what has been turns everybody old
And what we thought was not anything much at first, we see
When all is said and done is spun in shades of you and me

The color of your smile becomes the colour of my tears
Where flower-flavored summers strum the dust of yester-years
And turns the idle mind into a colorful cascade
Of echo-tinted floats in a behind-closed-eyes parade

© Janet Martin

Friday, August 17, 2018

Another Porch...because the world can never have too many porches!


I'm finally getting to Poetic Bloomings Sunday prompt; whatchamacallit!
 a poem about your blog name
The purpose of this blog-porch; a place to relax and be poetically and/or pho-etically refreshed!


Yesterday's porch-sit with a little girl included a story about
'How I got my Bangs'
Well, she said (after making sure I think they are beautiful!!)
you see, I got a toy stuck in my hair then my brother said he can get it out so he got some scissors and then! out came the toy AND a BIG BLUNK of hair
and that's when I got my bangs!

We also played a super-intense car-game while she enjoyed a chocolate ice-cream cone
and I, black coffee...how to play??
pick one or two colors and see who gets the most vehicles of that color going by
(Cat column gets all the colors not picked by players...)
OH!!! the suspense when we can hear a car and the score is tie,
and then the ear-splitting shriek if it was her color and she could relish those sweetest words of all
 " I winned!"
( an educational game too;
according to our records most people drive black, gray, silver and white vehicles)

Our porch is as modest as they come but still somehow holds little pieces of almost-heaven!

...canners cooling

 ...curly-headed tots,
and sometimes flower pots til they die😏

Porches are for sitting
For sipping cups of tea
For reflection or knitting
Or reading poetry

Porches are a haven
Of blessed quietness
A place of relaxation
And home-sweet-happiness

Porches are for pausing
To ponder simple things
To put aside our fussing
And feel like common kings

A place to get together
To watch the shadows fall
To share in friendly chatter
Or say nothing at all

To cherish words like ‘we’, love
To share laughter and tears
And marvel at the ease of
Days soon turned into years

Porches are for flowers
For songsters with guitars
For watching summer showers
  Or cartwheel clowns or cars

Porches are a picture
Of the sweet by and by
When we all get together
In God's front porch in the sky

© Janet Martin


 










Tuesday, August 7, 2018

To Summer's Guests






Be your own guest. where life’s best, summer-living
Is giving grand reasons to get out of bed
Come; take an hour to get reacquainted
With friendly-faced flowers, gold, purple, pink, red

Take a lake-break where its lay laps the skyline
For soon gales will lash silver stars to white froth
Be your own guest; rest a bit between pages
Study the fine fretwork of green-whispered cloth

Love, joy and peace is a garden in August
Bursting with bloom after warring with weeds
Fruit laden baskets, still-life masterpieces
Butterflies bobbing over thickets and reeds

Work with awareness of what waits, my darling
Spend time, not money where summer spills free
Linger where cricket-song serenades gardens
Do three-hour picnics beneath an old tree

Love while life grants you the dance of a season
Joy is far more than a three-letter word
It sings in flowers where peace paints a picture
That fills summer’s framework with tincture soon blurred


© Janet Martin

Poetic Blooms has swung wide the garden gate once more...
Wanna join? Free to poets of all ages and stages!
this is written for the prompt;