Showing posts with label sonnet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sonnet. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 4, 2018

Eyes on the Prize (part 1)



 

... edification exchanged for entertainment carries a sobering price-tag!
 I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus. 
Phil.3:14 



Oh, what a prize on which to fix our eyes
While lesser gods appeal with pleasure’s trance
And wolves dressed in sheep’s clothing cover lies
With what seems satisfying at first glance 

Oh, what a prize for us to press toward
Where Heaven waits beyond this finish line
The High Calling of Jesus Christ our Lord  
Will make each earthy sacrifice divine

Oh, what a Prize when all is said and done
If we have fought the fight, finished the race
And kept the faith, then triumph has begun
Henceforth, a crown of righteousness awaits

Oh, what a prize prayer warriors march toward
To hear ‘well done’ from Jesus Christ, the Lord

Janet Martin

Tuesday, March 27, 2018

Estimable Entreaty...or, Of Growing Old


A simple sonnet for my sister Lucy's Birthday today...
Happy Birthday Lucy!
Wishing you God's gift of joy in the year (Lord willing years) ahead!

The nearest, dearest gift of growing old
Time weaves with threads we sometimes overlook
Life’s sacred spoil of love and toil unfold
Fond pages in a phantom picture book

A panoramic spread of scenes forsook
Bids us revere a year’s moment-ous lease
Where fingers through which sands of time are shook
Siphons from stars and scars, a masterpiece

…as daily death grants the subtle increase
Of seasons splayed before our shut-eye gaze
Its startling art of kind simplicities
Soft-weaves with common sheaves Life’s Best of Days

Where it seems that we learn and then relearn
The value of time’s treasured No-return

© Janet Martin



Last night while chopping colorful veggies for supper I was struck again
how life's simplest gifts are its sweetest marvels! 
The older we get the more we realize the Prize of The Moment!

Sisters are one of love's/life's greatest gifts!
I know I shared the photo below here, (on another sister get-together)
but its a precious shot on a simple summer's day long ago...of sisters
From left to right...
Marlene, Carolyn, Cheryl, Lucy, Janet



Slow erosion
Where an ocean
Of emotion
Sweeps a shore
Where a moment
Seals a moment
To moments
That are no more

Tender splendor
Steals the vendor
To a younger
You and me
Where sleek surges
Swell in dirges
For splurges
Washed out to sea

© Janet Martin




Thursday, December 21, 2017

Hath Winter Then a Heart of Tenderness and Winter Returns (oldies revisited)

Happy First Day of Winter, Everyone! 


Hath winter then a heart of tenderness
For landscapes clad in rags of brown and gray?
Where farewell and arrival coalesce
Winter spills forth as autumn slips away
She touches with redemption-tinted garb
The stricken aftermath of summer cheer
Her sugar-coated kisses soothe the yard
Where yesterday it suffered autumn’s tear
And where the wanton field lay naked, bare
She wreaths its frond and furrow with the gleam
Of diamonds fit to garnish angel’s hair
Tucking to earth the farmer’s finished dream
Granting a gilded respite to his care
  Spilling from sky a snowflake-choir requiem
***
Tis right to entertain both joy and grief
This season; the portent of hope and fear
Where we embark anew, the shoal, the sheaf
Of garnered days melded to bygone year
Like gathered harvest, seed then deed is wrought
Preserved beyond the elements of time
Its echoes tune the pastures of our thought
Where longing and fulfillment toll their chime
And now a gracious sheath of purity
Embellishes the dull and stricken plain
A mother with compassion’s sympathy
Blankets the grim reminders of our pain
Drawing our eyes to present mystery
History sleeps; to linger there is vain
***
Hath winter then a heart of tenderness?
White snow covers a year of scarlet tears
The barren bough reaches for her caress
The heart reaches beyond past hurt and fears
To offerings of hope and happiness
Unblemished; yet again a gift of grace
Ignores our monuments of selfishness
Where we have scathed and scarred her virgin face
With sordid sins of foolish fantasies
Time’s vault will not exhume our leaps of woe
But gently leads us from these agonies
Across a threshold unmarred as fresh snow
Granting to us but this; our memories
 To keep the good then let the remnant go  
Janet Martin~ 

Winter wanders in
wearing a white bridal gown
earth carries her veil

Winter Poem for the Child in Us...

 
Reluctant, defeated, autumn succumbs
To winter’s purposed and powerful grip
Stealthily sleek, silver silencing numbs
The ends of our noses and fingertips
Harshly the wind rakes its talons of steel
Over the cusp of the leafy-fringed ponds
Somewhere up yonder it touches a wheel
Showering the earth with quadrillion diamonds
Winter ah, winter, the predisposed foe
Open your pockets and bring on the snow

Pull out your mittens and dust off your sled
Bundle your babies in jackets of fleece
Starry-eyed children with cheeks painted red
Shrieking and rolling in winter’s release
Frosty the snowman returns to his post
Corn pipe and blue scarf to ward off the chill
Miniature angels in unnumbered hosts
Cover the rooftop and valley and hill
Tumbling and twirling and spiraling down
Winter returns in her star-studded gown


Spring, summer, autumn, green, azure and gold
Planting and pruning and gathering in
Winter is white bringing with the sharp cold
A season of rest and of quieting
Gather your loved ones around the warm hearth
Kinder is love when the fretting winds blow
Winter is keeping the seed in the earth
Tucking its bed with a blanket of snow
Its days are as numbered as all other things
Winter; the glorious harbinger of spring

Janet Martin

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Sole Survivor Sonnet

Poetics Aside PAD Challenge day 14:
It’s time for our second Two-for-Tuesday prompt. If you’re new to these challenges, you can pick either one prompt or the other. Or decide to do both. Your choice.
For today’s Two-for-Tuesday prompt:
  1. Write a sonnet or other traditional form poem. I specifically mention the sonnet, because it’s day 14 and the sonnet traditionally has 14 lines. But any other traditional form (villanelle, triolet, sestina, etc.) would work as well.
  2. Write an anti-sonnet or other traditional form poem. If you’re anti-form, good news! You can vent about it in a poem–or just write a poem that attacks form and structure of any kind (even beyond poetics). Anarchy poems?
Go!

Busyness, sick kids and a half-sick me took priority over poetry:)
A little catching up to do!


Some of my friends love the show Survivor.
I have never watched it but
the gist of it is a competition to be, at the finish, the sole survivor?





Southward and northward and eastward and west
Scatter the peoples of earthy conquest
Faith-fear, joy-sorrow wrest, test and applaud
Upward and upward and upward to God

Trust, ah, we must but man’s dust is not eased
Into this Solace where Heart is appeased
Tender surrender spars with stubborn pride
Self like a monarch not meekly denied

Over the crest of the grave footsteps pound
Man is not slave to a hole in the ground
Southward or northward, east, west though we trod
Mortal moves forward, upward toward God

Knowledge and ignorance dance, lover-blind
Faith the sole soul-survivor, God-designed

© Janet Martin

 For the LORD Almighty has purposed, and who can thwart him?
 His hand is stretched out, and who can turn it back?
Isa.14:27

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Three Sonnets (for yesterday's prompt)

Yesterday was Tuesday, which means  Two-for-Tuesday day.
It's prompts: Write a sonnet or write an anti-form poem
   Due to a busy baby-sitting day I shared these, written a few days ago,
...but being a lover of form and sonnets I would like to try a few new ones today...

(okay...so I got the above paragraph typed before busy, busy day prevailed...but, not without some cutey-pie perks:)
Now it is night...
...let's delight in a sonnet or three, shall we?
There is such tender soul-romance in a sonnet's rhythm and rhyme...

The Shakespearean sonnet has the rhyme scheme ABAB CDCD EFEF GG, forming three quatrains (four lines in a group) and a closing couplet (two rhymed lines). The problem is usually developed in the first three quatrains, each quatrain with a new idea growing out of the previous one.

Dear Lord, the love we have for fellowman
Is more than some grand deed of which we boast
For in the come and go of daily plan
We show, more than we know, who we love most 
 ...and good intent, for all its good intent
Is nothing more than nothing much at all
Until with effort, true and diligent 
We seek to fulfill more than duty's call
 Then, when, if we are asked who we most love
Reply will rely on one simple fact
For the track-record of action will prove
Without a doubt, which laws of love attract
Then we should keep this Evidence in mind
For we love God by how we love mankind


© Janet Martin

 By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another."
John 13:35



Definition of Italian sonnet. : a sonnet consisting of an octave rhyming abba abba and a sestet rhyming in any of various patterns (as cde cde or cdc dcd) —called also Petrarchan sonnet.




The truth has nothing it must hide, but we
Against our better judgement oft ignore
The Very Thing that Truth is famous for
it does not, cannot change its Verily
And so we hide the truth behind a lie
Hoping that no one notices our guilt
But beneath interrogation we wilt
As conscience-stricken blushes verify
The Very Thing we sought hard to deny
But woe to us with whom we have to do
In spite of uncanny tricks we may try
Words cannot alter that which remains true
It always makes fools of proud you and I
Because truth cannot change its point of view

© Janet Martin

...another English (or Shakespearean) sonnet



The moon hangs like a medal on black silk
...a prize, perhaps for races we have run
or is it the reminder of the ilk
that masters plans that we have but begun
beneath a sun that meters out man's days
where we gaze to and from the place we land
while the orbit of morn to morn soft-splays
a maze that we have yet to understand
for we are of small knowledge under God
and cannot know the thoughts of Providence
as He who instills seed that instills sod
without reminder unfolds evidence
that we are part of a great Master's plan
and all that we can do is all we can

 © Janet Martin