Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Unfettered Bliss


Abruptly from unfettered bliss
The slumbering mind is wrenched
As alarms clocks across the universe
Announce night’s sudden end

…then stumbling out to greet the dawn
A new bliss sweeps our eyes
As heaven spills its palette on
The floor of paradise

© Janet Martin

Monday, April 2, 2012

Trees at Dusk


Like stalwart sentinels they stand
To guard the waning day
Their shadows stretched on muted land
Enfolding work and play

Dark, raven spires reach to brush
The portals where the moon
Lolls in the periwinkle hush
Of day’s retiring swoon

Silhouette, precisely-sketched
Against the crimson dusk
Their flawless detail clearly etched
In shades of dewy musk

Faithful, four-season master-piece
Of intricate design
Timber art rivets our gaze
To dusk's horizon line

© Janet Martin

Visitor



He loved pansies
So she plants them
Over his heart
Every spring
No one sees her
Kneeling there
Replaying
Life’s brief dance
With him

Grief never tires
Yet, it is not
Love’s revenge
But its bittersweet harvest
Pansies flourish
‘neath the tears
Of heaven
And one lone
Visitor

© Janet Martin 

Invisible Visitor


No sound of footsteps on the floor
No tender arm around me
No slightest creaking of a door
How is it that you found me?

My eyes are open wide as day
I know I am not dreaming
I cannot turn my face away
The silent air is teaming.......

.....with images and memories
and whispers soft and flowing
How is it that you come to me
Within the twilight’s glowing?

And how, with door and shutter drawn
With locks all firmly bolted
How is it that I look upon
you now with longing jolted?

Too long, too long I've missed you so
I draw your arms around me
Tell me dear, I need to know
How is it that you found me?

J~

Black

 My brown book-cases were looking tired...I woke them up with black paint. I know this is a corny take on the prompt but it really was all I could come up with for now, having been immersed in black paint for the better part of a week:) Blame this on the fumes;)

Does your furniture need a face-lift?
Here's a plan of attack
Simply grab a brush
and paint it black

***

Don't know what to wear
to the party tonight?
If you choose black
You will always be right

***

Once I was a young thing
With heart still intact
But scars are a cruel thing
Invisible black

***


# 1 Song on June 7 1966 Paint It Black by the Rolling Stones...NaPoWRiMo Prompt; Use the # 1 hit on the day you were born for inspiration.

Think Spring

From This..

 
                                                    ....to this

Victoria and I were inspired by Megan yesterday:)

There is an essence of eternal spring
in little girls...
There is an essence of little girls
in the laughter of eternal spring.

Sweet is the carol
Of the robin's spring lay
Sweeter the orchard
decked in fragrant display
Are you heavy-laden
Lift your arms to the wind
Dance in the ball-room
Of beautiful Spring

Janet Martin

Whose There?


Knock, knock
Whose there
I open the door
But it’s just the night air

Knock, knock
Who could it be?
Misery loves
Company

Knock, knock
I guess I knew
Without looking
It was you

J~

Poetics Aside prompt; Visitor


Dear Yester- Girl...

Sometimes I wonder who you are
You seem different
Not at all like you used to be
Are you me?
Or just someone I used to know?

I’d ask you in for a visit
To get to know you better
Coffee, is it?
Or have you switched to tea?
You never can tell, these days

Sometimes I wonder who you are
And I want to know you better
But you keep inching toward the door
And all I can do is watch you go
...or do you even exist anymore?

Have you left for good, dear girl?
Being a woman is fine
But I must confess, I miss you
Dear, carefree, laughing
Yester-girl of mine

© Janet Martin

Poetics Aside PAD Prompt: Visitor