Moment-tides

NaPoWriMo picture prompt

Where yesterday’s zephyrs

Flirted on meadows

Teasing the clover and tender wheat

You crowd against veiled

Ephemeral shadows

Of dark and light; waking and sleep

No flagrant wrath

No indifference

Nor riveting contrails, no lambent glow

To mark the path

Of your intent

You come, breath-pause…and then you go

You blur images

Stored in my thought

A river of perpetual flow

Reminding me that

I am caught

In moment-tides of ‘come and go’

Perplexed

Poetics Aside: mixed up poem

the mumble and jumble
of emotion and thought
spar in my being...
to write: or not

misunderstanding
is a double-edged grief
forgiveness and mercy
offer relief

to the jumbling and mumbling
contorted descry
sucking the well
of inspiration dry

hind-sight with its clarity
and perfect vision
offers no sympathy
in my hour of decision

Janet~

Fly...

Poetics Aside Day 15 prompt:
For today’s prompt, use the following five words in your poem: slash, button, mask, strap, and balloon. Use them in any order.

There is no 'easy button' in life
The bog and slash of yester-strife is past
Don't cry

Mask your sorrow with a smile
Strap faith's balloon to hope's trial; cling fast
And fly

There is no ceiling in the sky

Janet~

Doomsday?

Poetics Aside Prompt: Doomsday Poem

 

We acquire the art

To close our minds

To things we do not want to hear

But God has said

‘Every eye shall see’

In that moment when He will appear

‘Every knee shall bow

Every tongue confess

As stars rain upon the sod

That this is He

The great I AM

Behold; the one true God

***

They call it Doomsday

Ominous connotation

But for salvation

***

It must have felt like Doomsday…

*“God himself couldn’t

Sink the Titanic’ he said,

I guess he was wrong

*Walter Lord attributes it to a 'deck hand' at Southampton on April 10th 1912. He allegedly said it to Mrs Sylvia Caldwell, a second class passenger. See page 73 of the illustrated version of A Night to Remember.

***

Doomsday at last

Everyone relaxes...

...no more death

and no more taxes!

Janet~

The Smiles of Spring...

He sends me smiles

In daffodils

Lounging on forgotten hills

In dashing breeze

In sudden plea

Of thought beguiling poetry

In dipping sway

Of kited string

Drunk on the mellow lay of spring

He sends me smiles

In waning light

Of afternoon becoming night

And echoes dangling

On the air

Child-laughter unrestrained by care

The azure lilt

Of cloudless sky

Reflected in a true love’s eye

He sends me smiles

In robin-hymn,

In babbling brook, in willow-limb

In broadened shade

Of budding slope

In orchards fragrant with new hope

He sends me smiles

As nature sings

In one accord the songs of spring

© Janet Martin

Languorous Luxury

On some days

Thought ripples in silky

whispers from my tongue
Velvet vexation

On other days

It dances and leaps

Luring me on

in harmless temptation

On some days
It is a rising and falling sea

...a tempestuous menagerie
Of fragmented memory

But today

It is a languorous trickle

Of desire
and daring

Of honey
and lime

Dripping
and dallying

Taking its
precious, sweet time

From azure

And lemon infinity

Melting, pooling

In a golden ocean

Of hope
and possibility

J~

Almost Saturday

 Image Source: heartloveweddings.com

Dean Brody: The Kitchen Song

It's Friday...
another week of fumbling and stumbling
stroked from the
mighty calendar of existence
and the count-down
to the melody of
a Saturday morning slow-dance
is on... 

J~

Invisible Strength

This morning thought is heavy

And I don’t know what to say

So instead

I bow my head

And pray

And pray

And pray…

…and in this place of quiet

Where I don’t know what to say

I feel the whisper of One greater

Ease my heaviness away

© Janet Martin