Adding to my Suspicions

You crumple the blue clouds into a dark ball Adding a chill to each breath you exhale You strip away lingering petals of fall And petrify frostily, dawn’s misty veil You slip your fingers beneath my coat-collar And laugh, as I shiver at your icy clutch Gathering your troops, you sweep into the hollow Where flowers relinquished their blooms to your touch You moan at my doorway and rattle the window Grabbing my attention from embers that glow And I must admit you have raised my suspicions… …I think you are holding a world full of snow Janet Martin

Wife's Suspicious Mind...

My dear, I believe I owe you
A sincere apology
Maybe I really don’t know you
And you expected nothing from me
When you left me a ‘love-note’ this morning
Then called me up at noon
To see how my day was going
Saying ‘honey, I’ll be home soon,
and oh, I forgot to tell you
that you still look like a teen to me
and you’re really hot in your new jeans’
H-m-m-m, what new jeans I ask me…
And maybe when you asked how I’m feeling
You were asking about my health
And when you helped me clean up the kitchen
You wanted nothing in return for yourself
And those flowers you brought home this evening
Are a most lovely center-piece
Thank-you for helping me clean up
I hate when the place is a mess
And when you asked me how I was feeling
Right then I was feeling all right
But suddenly I am dog-tired
And I have a head-ache tonight…

Janet Martin

...okay, I could not resist a little fun;)

To all of the guys who would love to court their wives with genuine chivalry,
without our suspicion or feminist attitude which has made it very difficult
for the dear gentle-men in our midst...I sincerely apologize

for today's prompt: Suspicious mind

Mom's Suspicious Mind

If you whistle

When you never whistle

Or amble nonchalantly

Across the floor

With a furtive second-glance

Over your shoulder

Or a tip-toeing exit

Out the back door

I get suspicious…

If you over-agree

When I give you advice

And tell me I’m beautiful

And everything nice

If you whisper and giggle

Until I poke in my head

Then you turn to your home-work

Like nothing was said

I get suspicious…

If I ask where you were

And what you were doing

To bring you home

At quarter-past three

And all you can say is

‘Honestly, nothing’

I hear an echo

In my memory

…and I get suspicious

Janet Martin

Today's prompt; Suspicious mind

Too Late #2

Too late to re-speak

A word, once spoken

Too late to un-break

A promise, when broken

Too late to reclaim

From infinite cyber-land

A message of shame

If you have hit ‘send’

Too late to undo

A deed that is done

Or to say ‘I love you’

Or 'I need you'

Or 'I'm sorry'

Or 'thank-you'

After they are gone…

Janet Martin~

Poem-a-day Prompt: too late

Too Late

It's too late
to undo yesterday
but Today
gleams like a beacon
of opportunity
across life's sands

Janet

Today's Prompt; Too late

http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/poetry-prompts/2011-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-18

Cold Gold

The night inhales the billows

That glowered through the day

Tonight they brush earth’s pillow

In whispers silver-gray

But for a little moment

Twixt the daylight and the eve

They parted low-flung shutters

To release a gold-flecked sea

The dull, gray emptiness transformed

As dazzling butterflies

Fell, in a glorious sudden storm

From heaven’s golden eyes

Janet

Yes, those were 'snow mountains' in the sky this morning...

(see earlier post, The Dawning)

for a few brief moments the sun broke through and the snow passed through a bar of light

in a rush of gold...

My Druthers...(a re-post for Thurs. think-tank)

I’druther you were painfully honest with me
And my feelings would sting for a while
Than to walk with you down a fern-lined street
As you lie to me through your smile
I’druther be a little homely
Than a cheap and painted fraud
Who wears a mask to fool people
Forgetting I can never fool God
I’ruther be poor and happy
Learning to be content
Than rich with a pocket of fool’s gold
That brings no joy when it’s spent
I’druther have one friend who is honest
Than a hundred which seem to lack
The ability to be faithful
As they stab me in the back
I’druther have a house full of laughter
With furniture battered and scarred
Than live in a palace that’s silent
With every façade unmarred
I’druther have my arms full of children
Than trophies and accolades
And I like a ten-minute vacation
Beneath the willow’s shade
I’druther drive my ugly mini-van
With a happy family
Than be alone with a perfect tan
In a red Lamborghini
I’druther have a little trouble
Here on my acre of sod
Than live in a perfect bubble
Where I would never need God

Janet~

Maybe Then...

Maybe someday, in an obscure, out-of-place

Something will remind you about her

And something deep inside you

Will reach out to touch her face

As you recall the moments that once were

Maybe some night, you will wake beside her

And in a crazy dream she’ll reappear

And for awhile you’ll dance

And for a while remember

And maybe in your sleep you’ll shed a tear

Maybe someday, in the corner of your mind

You’ll stumble o’er a sudden memory

Maybe then you’ll think of her

And maybe then you’ll smile

And wonder for a moment …about me

Janet Martin