Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Ah, Love






 Phoenix Rising Poetry Guild invites us to continue to explore the sounds of love...I found this prompt extremely challenging...so many sounds speak love.

So, in continuing our month featuring the “Sound of Love”, I ask you to use the devices of ONOMATOPOEIA and/or ALLITERATION within your poems to verbalize the “sounds” associated with the emotion of Love.

Surge of something sacred and sweet
Stuns her; spills summer-slow, sigh-soft
Whispers wake wellsprings where want wafts
Wild within to a boom-boom beat

Soul-song sweeps soundless; blue eyes brood
Mouthing murmurs; kiss-kindled storm
Rolls ruthless, rousing raw words, warm  
Reverberation; m-m-m, m-m-m-m, good

Touch tempts a tempest-tethered trove
Wonder thunders, thought finds fingers
Sh-h, sh-h, shudders, laughter lingers
Something satisfies her; ah, love

© Janet Martin


Monday, February 9, 2015

Love Again...



Love can be hard; the air charred with words thoughtless, unkind
Still, love in tender mercy from faith-fathoms undefined
Forgives; it is the only way for hope to carry on
And turn the throes of cut-throat woes to colors of the dawn

Love can be soft with pity in life’s gritty highs and lows
A rose has thorns; love is akin to roses, I suppose
The heart is like a child and love, an ageless gift because
No one outgrows its need; we bleed with longing at its loss

Love, the give and take of it can break a thousand rules
Love is kind; its blindness not for weak, self-minded fools
Where lust is like a beggar, love is rich beyond belief
…these three abide, faith, hope and love but of these, love is chief

We cannot clarify the ins and outs of love, I guess
It is life’s deepest sorrow and its sweetest happiness
Love never fails, though we may fail and think our efforts vain
Love is the holy miracle that lets us love again

© Janet Martin

Nobody said love would be easy...



 

Saturday, February 7, 2015

Simply A Matter of Time




 I'm working on a drawer full of loose photos, trying to find the places where they've been pulled from albums over the years for school projects, weddings, etc. I'm reminded with pangs, nothing in life lasts for very long...

Seasons change
And rearrange
With tick and tock
What comes and goes
What is next?
No one knows
Doors open
Then they close
Thus, it is good
To bear in mind
That all of life
Is simply
A matter
Of Time

© Janet Martin



It Is But By God's Grace We Go
What waits to be next?
We cannot know 




Waiting, like a Woman





Perplex the wall-clock that hangs in the sky
Render to winter a warm lullaby
Time is a troubadour teasing with hours
What none hasten; the journey of flowers

Darling, the weather of roses still-waits
Tether the gale that blows cold on gold gates
Then hold me closer; because, after all
Summer is simply the prelude to fall

Seasons are time-petals, soon, soon they waft
White, green or purple in cradles aloft
Gossamer free-fall, life’s brave bittersweet
Soft like snow-madrigals, melts at our feet

We will not hurry what we cannot keep
Then let that wall-clock spill ill-will, knee-deep
Then, let those wily winds fiddle and fuss
Love knows no season but one, darling; us

© Janet Martin


On one hand I find myself saying, ‘hurry up winter’ and then suddenly, on the other hand I’m pleading, ‘time slow down, you pass too fast!’

Only God Can Do That










above are a few glimpses of what only God can do...

An oak-tree in an acorn
A rainbow in the sky
And from the dry, uncomely husk
A butterfly

From bulb and seed, a garden
Or seas of golden grain
And from space-eons overhead
The sun and rain

A lush, leaf-umbrella
From stark, bark-bastioned limb
Where winter-worlds waken beneath
The touch of Him

A baby from beginnings
Too wondrous to full-tell
As is the off-spring of all seed
…a miracle

© Janet Martin

When I saw Monica's photos my first thought was wow! only God can do that...turn a bitty, brown seed to breath-taking beauty.

We have nothing that does not begin with what God grants! 
This poem could go on forever to tell it all...