Silver

Silver night

Casts silvery sigh

On the silver shadows

Where willow-limbs lie

Silver oceans

Cover the grass

Where silver moments

Stilly pass

Silver silence

Wrenches the sky

I didn’t know silver

Is the shade of good-bye

…as silver breezes

Offer silver cheer

In a silver world

Through my silver tears

J~

NaPoWriMo Prompt: A 'color' poem

Wordless Conversation Poem-lets

I have held an ocean stirred

in the absence of mere word

and I have melted in the wile

of your suggestive, faint half-smile

***

When Mother starts to look at you

You feel a presence in your pew

As suddenly you catch my stare

And quickly bow your head in prayer

***

He sets his mug down

And looks up

His wife pours

Another cup
Not in compulsion
Or stiff duty
But in the pleasure
Of love's simple beauty 

***

From across the room

Our eyes meet

And only heaven

Can compete

With the blissful

Thought we share

As love and longing

Keen the air

***

His smirk

Sparked her ire

And she saw red

He’s got

The couch now

And she’s got the bed

***

Janet~

Poetics Aside Prompt: Wordless Conversations

And the Winner Is...

Battling now

Two innate desires

To close my eyes now

Or to stoke the fires

While slumber is pleasing

It cannot compete

With the tender-sweet teasing

As word and thought meet

The trickling of moments

The ticking of time

Are the musical meter

Of rhythm and rhyme

So here is the quandary

To sleep or not

But I feel my Muse curving

Against my thought

And I have never

Had the will to resist

The luring endeavor

In a word’s cunning kiss

© Janet Martin

Of Unmarred Shores...

Each morning we step out
As never before
To an untouched day
On an unmarred shore.

The concave of past
Cannot leap for its prey
Or budge from its shadow
So live fully, today

God forgives
And never keeps score
So step out today
On an unmarred shore

Janet~

Authentically 'Us'

Everyone

in the whole

wide world,

can never replace

one you

or 

one I

and there 

will never be

in the whole 

wide world

another you

or

another I

therefore

we ought

never to pretend

to be anyone

in the whole 

wide world

but you

be you

and I 

will be I

Janet~

An 'Almost Nothing'

There is nothing now

But the whisper

Of moments

Slipping over

Blades of grass

And the expanding

Past

Everything

Surrenders

In moments

As Time reclaims

In like-measure

As it gave

-In moments

The power of

A moment

Is unrivaled

Yet it is almost nothing

But the perpetual increase

Of history

As futures decrease

From our first breath

We set sail

On a sea

Of moments

Pouring from

Eternity

To eternity

Janet~

Disillussioned

In the hollow yawn of darkness

Swallowing the dim-lit moon

You lean closer, through the spaces

That are gold and blue at noon

When each vain and visual fragment

Slumbers in the hidden known

Suddenly a keen enchantment

Stirs the midnight’s moody tone

As the lips of recollection

Stir the wanting and the must

But there is no resurrection

For the hour turned to dust

And within imagined having

There is no fulfillment, dear

Or a memory worth saving

In the mercy of a tear

In the hollow yawn of darkness

I can hear the past beseech

Though I lean, I cannot touch you

Over moments out of reach

J~

Interlude...

 (As the moon rose, the fiery ocean in the western sky tinted the east creating a pink-blush moon-rise simultaneously with a flaming sunset; breath-taking, with silence so intense you could hear it!)


Winter has gathered its garments and fled

Gone is its frigid sugar-coated bed

The earth waits in limbo now, caught between

The glamor of crystal and verdant green

In muted stillness the dull landscape waits

While promise trembles beneath earthen gates

Its corridor primed for spring’s grand rebirth

Its lips parted wide to drink heavens mirth

Do you hear a prelude teasing the air?

Tickling the bud and earth's leathery stare

Do you hear the laughter of wee lads and lasses?

Splashing like raindrops on emerald grasses

Solemn beauty weaves a brief interlude

Of spring-tide restrained and winter subdued

Before nature's tiptoe breaks into full run

In showers of flowers and golden sun

© Janet Martin