Showing posts with label writers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writers. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 7, 2018

Ink-Spinner

PAD Challenge day 7: For today’s prompt, write a poem with an occupation as the title. 

There is NEVER a dull moment in an ink-spinner's world
everyone and everything is fodder for the craft
where dusk is sort of like a blue echo-banner unfurled
that threads the loom with freshest plume of loved-longed-learned-limped-laughed  
Like tincture in a picture waiting to be autographed...

Words spoken keep walking
Words written keep talking!






From wisps within and threads of grin-and-bear it consequence
From fallen leaves and eaves that drip with Awesome Imminence
From fantasy and reverie and oceanic surge
Of fronds that weave the tapestry of both ballad and dirge

From sum of season spent, or crumbs that fall from nature’s flare
From faces, places, graces that we touch, miss, love, kiss, wear
From colors we call Life where Farewell’s knife cuts keen and oft
As ink-fodder runs rife from wells hard-pressed, yet whisper-soft

From starry eyes unraveled, from a maze sighs traveled through
From strings that spin This Thing that weds wonder with hunger’s woo
From hold and letting go and oh, from Vintage Bitter-sweet
Culled from the hull of moments that we crushed beneath our feet

From tattered fray of yesterday, from hope’s Intangible
They spin mementos from the pathos of strung syllable
From fragments of hearts broken, from the moan of wind and sea
With words, never yet spoken, Ink-spinners weave Poetry


© Janet Martin

Thursday, April 21, 2016

Word Art



Writer's Unite is hosting a Young Writer's Event on May 6th @ 7:30 p.m.!
We are excited to excite the next generation with the wonder of words...
If you know an aspiring young writer invite  them to join us at
 the Studio Factor, Drayton

With words we paint wisdom...
...and memories...
...and seasons...
...with words we paint poetry!


We paint with words,
We build with words
We sketch and dream, the rush
Of finding
Grammar-magic is
Paint on a poet’s brush

We write the sky
The land and sea
The heart, and oh, we find
There’s something
Quite unrivaled in
The painting of the mind

© Janet Martin

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Poet's Decree





Rule and edict, staid and smart
Cannot move the poet’s heart
Do and don’t, though good and wise
Cannot tame Her nameless sighs

Should and should-not; who are they?
But the pious author’s stay
Whim-and-whimsy, awe-and-lure
This, the law of troubadour

Touch-taste-tremble, ramble-reach,
Brood-beg-barter and beseech
Who can charter what will spill
From the poet’s roving quill?

Where man’s common ploys enlist
Law and order must exist
But their prescript and command
Cannot touch the poet’s hand

© Janet Martin

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

The Call of Pen and Ink




The call of pen and ink can kindle in the human breast
Surges of fear and doubt, of joy and want to write our best
It feeds a need to plant a seed of hope to all who trod
Toward the Awesome Ultimate when we answer to God

This epoch of existence in the skin of flesh and blood
Ere Time’s last sea is parted and its vapor twinkle snuffed
Ignites a holy urgency where pen and ink ally
To light a wick on candlesticks of paper torch held high

The call of pen and ink can seem modest; its flicker drowned
In bravado of babble that rocks outer worlds with sound
For warriors of word wear no insignia or mark
To tell of battles fought or courage taught in night’s deep dark

Still, they have wept where losses and the crosses that they bear
Though not apparent at first-glance have bent their knees in prayer
On blank-paper resistance, dogged soldiers of this sword
Have learned to brave staid silence as they wait upon the Lord

The call of pen and ink is but the medium whereby
The call of God can touch the heart and open up the eye
To He who WAS and IS and will forevermore endure
Then pray the words we lay to page are love-inspired, pure

The Awesome Ultimate invokes with purpose, every pen
To God be the full glory of the words written by men
For as we trust His Hand to commandeer our hands that brim
With humble call of pen and ink t'will be from and for Him

Janet Martin~

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

For the Love of Writing...





Sometimes thought is gale-grim and harsh
Brooding like winter where the marsh
Reed-studded, stiff and brittle-cold
Waits for kisses, gilt-green and gold

Sometimes thought torments, lonely-blue
Its Want a freight-train roaring through
Flesh and blood waste-land; stone-faced snake
Heaving where onyx oceans ache

Sometimes thought has no words to speak
Its utterance a tear-traced cheek
Laughter and love and longing meld
In groans of poetry withheld

But oh, sometimes thought is a pen
Warm and word-willing minstrel, then
The heart forgives those mind-respites
And holds the hand that writes and writes
 


© Janet Martin

Sometimes, no matter how hard we try, the ‘write’ words are withheld…
Sometimes to write the right words is war waged within.

 Writing requires talent and discipline and unyielding relentlessness, but it requires courage most of all.  Bill Coffey