Yanked from a Dream...(re-post)

 Poetics aside prompt: Morning poem

The morning’s verdict comes too soon
On night’s like this
But dawn is fading out the moon
With silent kiss
Her curves align intricately
Against the dark
As day becomes a silver sea
And night the spark

I close my eyes willing night’s spell
To linger on
It is no use; for I can tell
That you are gone
The warmth of you against my skin
Is hard to bear
Ten-thousand wishes hovering
On stringent air

The morning’s verdict will not sway
Its fingertips
Methodically brushing away
Your sleep-warm lips
Smoothly the smiling morn invades
The dreamer’s bliss
And with the dawn you slip away...
...no farewell kiss

J~

Morning Miracles Haiku

Liquid miracle

Colombian pleasure melts

Early morning fog

 ***

Satin edges trim

Unyielding shrouds of darkness

Revealing its breadth

***

Keen ambivalence

Tunes emerging awareness

Slumber dissipates

Janet~

Wild Awakening

Poetics Aside Prompt: Morning Poem

The howling gale deploys its wrath

Against the shivering dawn

Nothing remains within its path

That is not fastened down

It screams and shrieks at every door

In urgent nothingness

A mammoth bully with a roar

Tormenting budded tress

And yet, the dawn creeps to the air

Above the earth's turmoil

I fold my helpless thought in prayer

And trust God with my spoil

© Janet Martin

 

  

Coda-moment

exquisite threads  woven
to a familiar ache
shelved memories open
...no shimmy or shake
to unfold ethereal edges
-thought origami
as your memory wedges
its cacophony
into abstract beings
of what is and what was
and a spangling dragon
unfurls harmless claws
in futile ferment
for your face disappears
in this coda-moment
of bittersweet tears

J~

Sunday Wordle- Anniversary Edition

Your Permission Slip

Poetics Aside Prompt: 'Judging' Poem


Unless you've lain with me in the trenches
and tasted the same gritty dirt
And unless you have climbed the same fences
and endured the same bitter hurt
If you have not suffered my sorrow
or borne my invisible crosses
or carried my fear of tomorrow
or wept for the self-same losses
and if you have never slipped into my being
or the flesh that covers my bones
nor worn the shoes I am wearing
to walk the miles I have known
or given and taken in like-measure
the fairness and unfairness of life
or partaken of my pain and pleasure
or my allotment of strife
Unless you've traced all of my footsteps
The beauty and the misery
to understand why I am who I am
Don't judge me

Janet~

Haiku...'under the microscope' Prompt

Image Source:  123rf.com

Poetics Aside prompt: under the microscope

From umber granules

Laced with countless miracles

Everything begins

***

God breathed on dust

Man became a living soul

Setting him apart

 ***

Earth’s organisms

The study of scientists

All victims of Time

***

Microscopes cannot

Examine the mystery

Of man’s living soul

***

Immortality

Mankind cannot comprehend

Vast eternity

 ***

Janet Martin

Through my Lens

Poetics Aside Prompt: an 'under the microscope' poem

Through my lens

I see a miracle

of chromosomes

In other people’s eyes

criticism may rise

Swiftly.

But I have known you

since you were

a flutter near my heart

rearranging

my entire universe

Hope abides.

And beneath the microscope

of a mother’s love

there is only perfection

Imperfect perfection.

God’s threads woven

to a beautiful you

a reflection of His wonder

poured into freckles

and stumbles

and the beautiful ache

in my soul

© Janet Martin
(this is a photo from the archives...
Matt had been showing me how he can make his bike jump!
A life-lesson followed.:)
It is one of my favorite photos.
Matt and his 'shadow'.

Haiku on Love

It’s safer that way

She says, locking herself in

Or, is she locked out?

 ***

A wall with no door

Is a barrier to flesh

But never to love

***

Love does not build walls

And walls cannot dissuade it

Love can seep through steel

J~