Preeminence

Lamp-post of new morning

Brightens land and sea

Time is still adorning

Mercy’s patient plea

Hope, hunger and heartache

Human-heart alloy

Bids us humbly partake

Of both grief and joy

Soon the swoon of dawning

Pales and deepens to

Noontide-valor spawning

Dusk’s indigo blue

Lamp-post of new morning

Wakens you and me

God’s grace still adorning

Pre-eternity

© Janet Martin 

 ...that in all things he might have the preeminence.

1 Cor. 1:18

'It would be an exceptionally-beautiful morning', I remark to Victoria as we wait for the bus,
 'if it was January!'
 -10C this morning and downright b-r-r-r-r!!

Life is NOT a Practice-Makes-Perfect Experience

For today’s prompt, PAD Challenge day 5, we’ve actually got two prompts 

(that is, a Two-for-Tuesday prompt). Here we go:

1. Write an experienced poem. Or…
2. Write an inexperienced poem.

Plant

Prune

Pick

Eat

Life is a harvest

Bitter with sweet

Live

Love

Laugh

Learn

Life is a lender

Of no-return

Faith

Fear

Fall

Fly

Life is a flask

Pouring try, try, try

Look

Leap

Hope

Pray

Life is vapor

Fading away

© Janet Martin

Teachers Required

For today’s prompt, PAD Challenge day 5, we’ve actually got two prompts 

(that is, a Two-for-Tuesday prompt). Here we go:

1. Write an experienced poem. Or…
2. Write an inexperienced poem.

They are eager,

With dreams youth-fired

As they scan help-wanted ads 

Of 'Experience required'

© Janet Martin

Beneath the Tutelage of Time's Teacher

For today’s prompt, Day 5, we’ve actually got two prompts (that is, a Two-for-Tuesday prompt).
Here we go:

1. Write an experienced poem. Or…
2. Write an inexperienced poem.

 There is no end to the way a prompt like this can go...

Your life is an Original work of art. Use every color, tint and hue,

Splash them where Time melds light with dark

And leaves on its wall a picture of you...

I’ve held the power of huge sums of money

As I hand it to Dentist,

Mechanic

and Clerk

I’ve been anointed

with God-granted

Duty

Blessed by sheer beauty

Of everyday work

I’ve learned to linger

and love

what I’m lacking

It keens the trust

that keeps me on my knees

As I learn to treasure

time’s measure of moments

Gossamer capsules

Of soon-memories

I want to want

what I have

and experience the fullest impact

of hold

and let-go

Lest half-blind boldness

Ignores Mercy’s essence

That lends the only life

I’ll ever know

I want to worry 

about Things 

Like missing your kisses 

 Far too far from me

I want Experience 

to teach me life-lessons

Slip-stumble-crash…

ouch!

Then humility

© Janet Martin