Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Moment-strings



 Photo

Once upon a time they seemed, it seemed
Bold hindrance twixt present and future-dream

Now these diamonds, strung into the mist
Flaunt their transience dissolved when kissed

How is it that I, when I was young
Pranced over their worth, soft, silver-strung

Now, foolishly though I grope and I reach
All I can touch is the lessons they teach

© Janet Martin

Beyond Philosophy





When my pen is a shackle
And Muse flaunts her noose
I flee to earth’s foothills
Fancy-free and footloose

When hope is a hunger
And Duty is bleak
I find in God’s garden
The things that I seek

In babble of brook-song
In whisper of wind
In nature’s caresses
Both humble, yet grand

In the rush of the seasons
The hush of the night
God’s rejuvenation
Brings faith to my sight

…and the pen becomes weightless
Muse’s noose is a bluff
As thought sings God’s praises
And that is enough

© Janet Martin

Evolvements~



 

You have become
My tender-most part
A tear in my eye
And an ache in my heart

You have become
My beautiful dread
Half-smile on my lips
Love-song in my head

You have become
My perfect romance
Held in the arms
Of thought's gentle dance

You have become
My bittersweet bliss
A sweet memory
Of what no longer is

© Janet Martin

Questionku



Poetic Bloomings challenges us to attempt the questionku
Questionku is a new short form by Richard Lamoureux. By definition it consists of three lines:
Line one:  4 syllables.
Line 2:  5 syllables.
Line 3:  A 6-syllable question.
Questionku on The Wonder of Him

God holds the earth
He saves our souls
Why do we yet doubt Him?

***

God speaks; it IS
None can thwart His will
Is there any greater?

***

God loves us so
Beyond human grasp
Will we ignore His grace?

© Janet Martin

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Where Do You Go and How? ...edited re-post





Where and how do you go, old year?
Running and thrumming and flying, my dear
Leaping and sleeping and crying, it’s clear
You have one destination in mind
Dashing and dancing, a skip and a whirl
Grinning and glancing, a trip and a twirl
Crooning and moaning, a swish and a swirl
With only your song left behind

Where do you go and how, dear sir
Spring, summer, fall and back to winter
Don't close your eyes for time is a blur
And slips through our fingers with glee
Where do you go and how, old year
Fleeter your foot with age now I fear
So cherish dear loved ones and hold them near
For Time offers no guarantee

Where do you go so swiftly now
Into the sky on the winds that blow
Never a curtsy, no wave or a bow
Silently into the night
Echo of laughter, of longing’s blue tear
Hope for tomorrow gleams on the New Year
Parting is such sweet sorrow, my dear
Softly you slip out of sight

Janet~


The Same, More or Less



 

Less negativity
More optimism
Less of me
And more of Him

Less grumbling
More thankfulness
Less harshness
More tenderness

Less criticism
More encouragement
Less procrastination
More confidence

Less waste
More care
Less haste
More prayer

Each day is a chance
More or less the same
It’s up to us
Which one we claim 

Janet~

It is Morning... 2013





It is morning
Somewhere in the dark
The old became new

It is morning
On the first page
Of a blank journal

It is morning
The end has become
The beginning

It is morning
And once again
By the grace of God go we

© Janet Martin

May God instill in us renewed desire and hope
To honor and glorify Him in 2013

  To him who is able to keep you from stumbling and to present you before his glorious presence without fault and with great joy—  to the only God our Savior be glory, majesty, power and authority, through Jesus Christ our Lord, before all ages, now and forevermore! Amen.  Jude 1:24-25

Monday, December 31, 2012

The Sunday Whirl...on Monday





The shards of fall are strewn about
Lining bronze banks along the creek
And winter gales brood from the south
Against stripped landscapes pallid cheek

The flame of autumn’s afterglow
Beneath Time’s tender, tangent kiss
Is mute; as stars in ice and snow
Bedazzle stricken emptiness

Moment to moment is betrothed
It will deliver in due time
A life; New Year is softly clothed
In ambiance of hope sublime

The aftermath of seasons bleed
Out to the point of no return
But tears of joy and sorrow knead
Life-lessons we are bound to learn

So pop the top and pour some cheer
Refurbish dim and dormant dream
For soon, too soon another year
Will drift to naught in Time’s swift stream

© Janet Martin



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