Mien Liebling Daag (My Darling Day)

Poetics Aside Prompt: Use a foreign word in the title of your poem

My darling day, do you not know?

Sometimes it’s hard to see you go

But deft the dawning disappears

Shaping life’s moments into years

For soon the twilight comes again

To dirge of dismal autumn rain

Yet, soon its somber melody

Will simply be a memory

Oh, we may strain against the tide

But time sustains its rigid stride

And soon dawn’s surge of zeal and zest  

Fades with the daylight in the west

And soon the boy becomes a man

None can escape Time’s subtle hand

For swift the evening shade is cast

And present moment becomes past

The ebb and flow of come and go

The limbo twixt wonder and woe

Has fortified a keen belief

The price for love’s sweet joy is grief

The bliss of having bears a cross

With it we learn to suffer loss

And in the contrasts of love’s grip

Life’s pure and liebling moments slip

Mein liebling daag, my darling day

My interlude to come-what-may

My love and longing rivalry

Of what has been to what will be

But oh *mein schatzi; liebster; freund

We dance, we cannot change the mind

Of living's little smile and strife

Or moment's as they shape a life

© Janet Martin

German; my treasure, darling, friend

Liebster is darling for a man

Liebling is darling for a woman

Beautiful Truth

He wishes now

He had not lied

For beautiful truth

Has nothing to hide

…so, dear young child

Do not lie to your mother

For one small lie

Will lead to another

© Janet Martin

Oh Night...

Oh night, you do not shape the silence

Like the quiet of the day

When the harvest is all gathered

And the vesper dies away

But over the mute garden

At twilight, soft you creep

And cover gilded fringes

With your garment dark and deep

 Oh night, sometimes your quiet

Is a comrade, kind and true

But sometimes it is keen and sparks

Raw thoughts of ‘missing you’

And into the still darkness

Our reminiscing bleeds

And only unmarred silences

Its want and wonder heeds

Oh night, you strip away the masks

Of bravery and pride

Beneath the cloak of quietness

We do not need to hide

Or wear for meek appearance

A calm and cool facade

Here in the folds of darkness

It is simply us and God

© Janet Martin

While He is Gone...

A slight variation to the poetics aside prompt 'when he is gone'

While He is gone, beyond our vision

He who put on humble flesh so that He

Would suffer akin, every grief and temptation

That ever afflicted humanity…

While He is gone, where clouds of heaven

Received Him out of our feeble sight

He is preparing a royal wedding

Soon he will come to gather His bride

While he is gone, though generations

Pass, and creation groans in its grief

Yet still he lavishes goodness and mercy

Upon us, in spite of our unbelief

While He is gone, He is not extending

For our torment His patient grace

But while He is gone His love unending

Pleads for the lost beyond His embrace

While He is gone, though the clouds appear listless

And heaven seems distant; though deeply we yearn

What He has said will not be disregarded

In power and glory He will return 

© Janet Martin

When He is Gone...#4

Poetics Aside Prompt; use 'when he is gone' in poem

When he is gone

Do we remember?

And do we pray

For he or (she) as they fight

For our freedom

Every day

When he is gone

Is he (she) a mythical ‘forgotten’

In a world far away?

As they lay their lives on the line

For our freedom

Every day

When he is gone

Do we beseech

To God as we pray

To keep and protect them as they fight

For our freedom

Every day

When he is gone

More than his dearly beloved

Ought to weep and pray

For sons and daughters
And mothers and fathers

Who risk their lives

For our freedom

Every day

© Janet Martin

When Old Man Winter is Gone

Poetics Aside Prompt; Use 'when he is gone' in a poem

When he is gone

The vengeance in the wind will wane

The bully-bluster

Will dissipate

And he will be gentle again

When he is gone

The quiet garden seeded now

With naught but dreams

Will suddenly be full of laughter

Where the frosted furrow gleams

When he is gone

The landscape, mute within his icy grip

Will surge with verdant velocity

As barren limbs burgeon

Beneath thawed finger-tips

When Old Man Winter is gone

We fling the shutters wide

To welcome the out-doors in

But now they are bolted against his pleasure

He tugs at the sky with a grin

© Janet Martin

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When He is Gone... #2

We cannot tell him then

Those words we ought to speak

Nor shake his hand or hug him

Or kiss his love-lined cheek

The ‘would-have-should-have’ ache

Of thoughts he did not know

Will not be there, if now we take

The time to tell him so

What good are accolades?

Or words, loving and dear

If we wait to express them

When he can no longer hear

Oh, tell him that you love him

Not upon a cold gravestone

But now; for all the words you speak

He cannot hear when he is gone

© Janet Martin

Poetics Aside Prompt: use the words 'When he is gone' somewhere in a poem .

When He is Gone...

Poetics Aside Prompt: use the words when he is gone anywhere in a poem.

When he is gone...

That laughing, little lad

The tree pines for those hours

That once they had

When he is gone

The air is heavy with a pall

Akin to absence of leaf-song

In the latter part of fall

When he is gone

That 'little boy blue'

The tree pines for his return

And perhaps his mother too

Janet~