Friday, January 27, 2012
Sonnet of Winter (re-post)
Reluctant, defeated, autumn succumbs
To winter’s purposed and powerful grip
Stealthily sleek, silver silencing numbs
The ends of our noses and fingertips
Harshly the wind rakes its talons of steel
Over the cusp of the leafy-fringed ponds
Somewhere up yonder it touches a wheel
Showering the earth with quadrillion diamonds
Winter ah, winter, the predisposed foe
Open your pockets and bring on the snow
Pull out your mittens and dust off your sled
Bundle your babies in jackets of fleece
Starry-eyed children with cheeks painted red
Shrieking and rolling in winter’s release
Frosty the snowman returns to his post
Corn pipe and blue scarf to ward off the chill
Miniature angels in unnumbered hosts
Cover the rooftop and valley and hill
Tumbling and twirling and spiraling down
Winter returns in her star-studded gown
Spring, summer, autumn, green, azure and gold
Planting and pruning and gathering in
Winter is white bringing with the sharp cold
A season of rest and of quieting
Gather your loved ones around the warm hearth
Kinder is love when the fretting winds blow
Winter is keeping the seed in the earth
Tucking its bed with a blanket of snow
Its days are as numbered as all other things
Winter; the glorious harbinger of spring
Janet Martin
Today has the air of a first snowfall...and its the end of January!
Momentary Weaknesses
In momentary weaknesses
Truths slip
That we would never express
With words from our lips
In momentary weaknesses
Truths are revealed
As they slip from the masks
Behind which they are concealed
Truth needs no adjectives
It speaks its own part
In momentary weaknesses
It exposes the heart
J~
Provocation of a Thought
He is wild, like a raging bull
Dust rising soundlessly
Yet, I feel the pull
Of the ground trembling
Violently
For he is on the next street
But
All I can see
Is the golden mist
Of a mirage I am certain
Surely
Exists
J~
The Provocation of a Cloud
Someone provoked the cloud, perhaps
Or popped the cork of heaven’s flask
Releasing to each dark outline
A scarf of silver crystalline
Clothing the stark and begging limb
With diamonds for its diadem
Someone took pity on the day
A mirthless canvas, cold and gray
And dropped from palettes in the sky
A haunting robe to lure the eye
Beyond earth’s labored barrenness
To heavens pure, peaceful caress
Someone with a translucent brush
Has stilled the moan of winds that rush
Through midnights cold and empty dell
To fill its gaping, hollow shell
With whispers of an angels wing
A soft and downy covering
Janet~
Crackers...
The big, black night is a hole in the wall
Through which every day gently slips
I tried, but I guess I am too small
So I lay me down to sleep
The big, black night is a pillow for all
But somehow when I lay down my head
It is not slumber, but whispers that fall
In the colors of love’s tangled thread
The big black night is a shoulder dark, broad
The world leans against it in rest
While you lean against every beat of my heart
Leaving nothing, but a void in my chest
The big black night tugs its hem to the ground
The earth is a grand, king-size bed
I’ve never slept in a bed that is round
Do you prefer crackers…or bread?
J~
H-m-m-m-! I think I'll have a saltine for my bed-time snack.
G'night~
A Poem...
Write me a poem
Write to me of summer
Ocean beaches
Coming home
And write to me of
Soft warm lips
To greet me at the door
Where cold and troubled waters slip
To far and distant shores
Write me a poem
Of whispers and desire
As winter and its storm
Are overcome by the fire
In our eyes
In our touch
In finger-tips
As they meet
While poorly made bargains
Melt like slush in the street…
J~
Thursday, January 26, 2012
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