Scavenging the Intangible

I know you are there, but sometimes to find you

To touch you, to feel you or hear you, my dear

Vexes the traveler of uncharted sphere

You leave no footprint or shadow behind you

Veiled by the masses, and what we think we know

You, at the mercy of fingertips and lips

Pulse with Becoming; where a whole new world drips

Quiet, like earth beneath a blanket of snow

Ah poem, I know not what you'll be wearing

But silence can roar with the essence of you

Come, come, chameleon, the presence of you

Weighs white-washed whispers with momentous bearing

© Janet Martin

Sometimes, when I sit before an empty page searching the silence for the poem of the day it's a bit like an uncharted treasure-hunt:)

The eleven-beat lines are a little clumsy but it just wanted to be that way today!

Learning Curves

Image from little women 1949

It is the lows in life

That teach us how

To recognize the highs

And love’s surprise hellos

That make bearable

Its good-byes

It is the cold, blue winter

That sweetens

And warms spring-gold

And it is life’s losses

That opens our eyes

To what we hold

We drink the salt

Of sorrow’s tears

But then after

It is with humble gratitude

We taste

Laughter

© Janet Martin

The Affliction That May Come...

So do not begrudge the affliction that may come. Press deeply into Jesus. Allow those broken edges to show you how desperate you are for Jesus. Kara Tippetts

...and she shares these verses as a reminder of His faithfulness;

I know, O LORD, that your rules are righteous, and in faithfulness you have afflicted me. Let your steadfast love comfort me according to your promise to your servant. Let your mercy come to me, that I may live; for your law is my delight.

— Psalm 119:76,77

 

 

The affliction that may come

Can cause our hearts to fear

But just as in our Better Days

God is near

 

The affliction that may come

Could steal our inner peace

But God's kind mercy even then

Does not cease

 

The affliction that may come

Is never greater than

The faithful love and grace of God

Thus, We can

 

Janet Martin

 

 

Betty, Betty...This Week's Wikem Word:Zoetrope

 this week's wikem explores the words Zoetrope

As the cylinder spins, the user looks through the slits at the pictures... wikipedia

His trembling hand reaches to touch her

But loses her

In the flicker of years

Like shadows on a tree-lined lane-way

She is there,

Then disappears

He opens his mouth to tell her

How lovely

Are her lips

Then stares,

Who is this stranger

Beneath his fingertips?

He calls to her

Betty, Betty,

She answers,

Soft and kind

But he seems to be looking

For someone he cannot find

© Janet Martin

One

See you soon:) Click on image for a bigger blue sky...

One of her would like to read

And one would like to ski

And one would like to bake fresh bread

To serve with friends for tea

One would like to clean the house

And polish every glass

And one would like to sit and dream

Of bare-feet trampled grass

One of her would like to stitch

A pretty quilt or two

And one would like to lie beneath

That blue-sky avenue

One would like to pen a poem

Or snooze out in the sun

But if she does not decide soon

One will get nothing done

© Janet Martin

So after turning the house upside down looking for her purse, one had to change her plans realizing she left it in her friend's car yesterday. Maybe one could do a whole lot on her wish-list if she is wise with her time;-)

Now, That's Living

 ...so when Victoria asked why the 'special-with-candles' supper it was easy to reply, 'you'...and she twirled away like Mary Poppins singing...Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

Don’t ever envy anyone. Just make the most of every moment while you can.

 Dorothy McGuire in the movie Claudia

So then, before it is too late,

Lest we stare back with faces grim

Let’s take the moments that yet wait

And fill them to their utter brim

Let’s soften silences with smiles

Or dash along that outer edge

Where come-and-get-me Day beguiles

Then falls away like silvered sedge

  

Tomorrow winks with hungry haste

Yesterday like a dead husk lies

Today is all that we can taste

Beneath time’s blue-gray-golden skies

Let's slurp and never mind the spills

But let life drip wild off our chins

Today's once-in-a-lifetime fills

This cup that we hold up; grace grins

Then, dare to do more than just dream

And dare to brave this new day-rise

Dare to dance, glad upon its stream

Seizing each moment like a prize

Lest we stare with our faces drawn

When, oh, alas it is too late

Because ‘what is’ has come and gone

An epitaph on Eon's gate

© Janet Martin