Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Spring Poet




She pours her mirth
Upon the earth
In rainbow chivalry
The emerald hill
The daffodil
The blushing cherry tree
The crimson guile
Of tulip-smile
The azure of the sky
Mirrored upon
The rippling pond
And in the wee lad’s eye
In glee unfurled
She sweeps the world
 Her generosity
Leaving behind
For pensive mind
A world of poetry

© Janet Martin

April's Celestial Shepherdess



 

She laughs
herding her woolly flocks
to farther pasture's
with passionate
smile
Then she weeps,
her tears softening
earth-leather cusp
Her eyes beguile
the tightly clenched bud
She scowls
An icy stare
Conceals her mirth
hope turns to mud
as restless sheep
crowd about her...
trample her skirts,  but
then she smiles
...sheep scatter
as tulip rivers
color the earth

© Janet Martin

Seems we have a moody one going today!

Five Senses Poem


As I kiss
The salt on your skin
Inhale your scent
Caress your cheek
Absorb your warmth
You begin to undo
My best defense
I heed your
Unformed suggestions
The begging in your eyes
As I realize
I
Love
Baked potatoes

© Janet Martin

NaPoWriMo asks us to write using our five senses today!

Circle of Life...

From spring bud,
to
Summer flower
to
Autumn Relinquishment
to
Winter's silver hour


Janet~

Poetics Aside Prompt: Seasons

Season of Life

Poetics aside Prompt:  Seasonal Poem

Season of Trust

Since we are not heavenly creatures
but of dust
we go through times and seasons
where all we can do
...is trust

When you asked me the if's and why's and 'but's
I fell upon my knees
and cried out, God, oh help me trust
You; please, please, please

Janet~

***
 Season of Forgiveness

I can hold onto resentment and anger
refusing to forgive

or I can accept your apology,
and know what it is to live

Janet~

***
 Season of Hope

A new day dawns
Opportunity waits
The best to come
Pours from its gates

Janet~

Season of Patience

We cannot rush
the bud from its pod
The bloom would be mangled and marred
We cannot push
Beyond the will of God
But wait: even when it is hard

Janet~

Season of Love

It fills me with pleasure
But even greater pain
It drives me to hope
When hoping seems vain

Oh beautiful, tormenting
Mystery
My hollow, my fulness
Joy, misery

I strained to see Love
As I wept of its loss
God opened my eyes
And showed me a cross

Janet~

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Of Desire and Despair

I wandered, lonely as a cloud
Grappling desire and despair
Guilt raised its fist, ugly and proud
While mercy fanned the morning air
And on the palm of lithesome breeze
A song of tender memories

Continuous as the stars that shine
Transient moments tune the air
And you, oh little love of mine
Drive my desire and despair
Come now and lay awhile with me
We’ll count the stars on heaven’s sea

The waves of time sparkle and dance
As they roll onward to a sea
Oh, ride the bark of present-chance
Before it slips to history
I’ll trade desire and despair
For this; your breath against my hair

For oft, when on my couch I lie
And you are there and I am here
Despair and deep desire vie
For residence within my tear
But now, they slip unnoticed far
Time pauses 'neath the midnight star

© Janet Martin 

NaPoWriMo Prompt: Steal a line from a famous favorite...

For my second Theft I stole from another favorite... William Wordsworth and his poem

Daffodils



I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth :




Spring's Come-back



*Now that the winter’s gone
The earth renews its zest
Flaunting her floral gown
Of fragrant blossom-dress

The rigor of its chill
Softens on zephyr-tongue
As over wood and hill
Rolls April’s luring song

Come; fling aside your woe
And winter’s binding shroud
The violet rivers flow
Beneath spring’s little cloud

Come; lay aside your grief
The heart cannot resist
The tide of budding leaf
And daffodil, sun-kissed

Now that the winter’s o’er
We dare to dream anew
To plant and hope once more
On spring’s fresh avenue

© Janet Martin
Written for-
NaPoWriMo giving us permission today to steal a line from a favorite poem...
and for Poetic Bloomings: Prompt; Making a Comeback~

The Spring

 *Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost
Her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost
Candies the grass, or casts an icy cream
Upon the silver lake or crystal stream;
But the warm sun thaws the benumbed earth,
And makes it tender; gives a sacred birth
To the dead swallow; wakes in hollow tree
The drowsy cuckoo and the humble-bee.
Now do a choir of chirping minstrels bring
In triumph to the world the youthful spring.
The valleys, hills, and woods in rich array
Welcome the coming of the long'd-for May.
Now all things smile; only my love doth lour;
Nor hath the scalding noonday sun the power
To melt that marble ice, which still doth hold
Her heart congeal'd, and makes her pity cold.
The ox, which lately did for shelter fly
Into the stall, doth now securely lie
In open fields; and love no more is made
By the fireside, but in the cooler shade
Amyntas now doth with his Chloris sleep
Under a sycamore, and all things keep
Time with the season; only she doth carry
June in her eyes, in her heart January. 

Thomas Carew




   


Tough Guys




Some ‘tough guys’ bench-press 400lbs
…and polish their biceps and six-packs
With baby oil

Some ‘tough guys’ rope bulls
Ride bucking broncos
While wearing large leather Stetson hats

Some ‘tough guys’ lie in trenches
Some dig them
And some fly F-22 Raptors over them

Some ‘tough guys’
Keep us safe
With a gun on their hip
And the law on their side

Some ‘tough guys’
Open people’s chests
And fix their hearts

…but the toughest of them all
Folds her fragile hands
over leather-bound Hope
and prays…
for her own child
and other mother's children
whoever and
wherever
they are

© Janet Martin