Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Beneath the Shadow of Numbers

 Poetics Aside Prompt:

Today’s prompt is a Two-for-Tuesday prompt. For those new to the challenge, you have the option of writing to the first prompt or the second prompt–or even both if you feel so inclined. Here they are:
  • Write a bright poem.
  • Write a dark poem.
The 'dark' in this poem is a shadow...

I found an old appointment calendar while cleaning out a drawer;
now that busy splattered page is nothing anymore,
but numbers testifying in modest simplicity
the heart's wildest undoing where the present used to be...







In the after-light of day
When toil and turmoil tested fray
Have donned their shrouds of whisper-gray
A digit on Time’s chart
Its nullified numeric stance
Veils the shadow where now we dance
Hungry for laughter and romance
To ravage mortal heart

The dark and light soon coalesce
Upon the parchment-metered tress
Where only you and I caress
Its darling memory
For at the stroke of midnight chime
We render our stuttered rhyme
Into the number-crypt of Time
And past’s eternity

How mute those numbers on the page
Sealing upon its mystic stage
The echo of age upon age
Suffered with hand and heart
The ravaging of Time’s bequeath
The shuddering of heav’n and earth
In the intangible half-breath
Of numbers on a chart

© Janet Martin 




Composition of an Intangible Refrain




Let not an hour of discontent
Corrupt love’s keen, ever-present
In season-shades beneath a tent
Of tenderness and grace
Let not the rudiment of lust
Consume this transient gasp of dust
To pine instead of meekly trust
Love’s intricate embrace

Let not the bitterness of wrath
Corrode fair blooms along a path
To taint the lingering aftermath
Of all that will remain
Subtle, the hour disappears
A vapor-kiss of faith and fears
Bending brief moments into years
Intangible refrain

Let not the grief of what is gone
Tarnish the mercy-gilded dawn
For Time does not refund its spawn
Of gossamer foray
Where we are shaping the requiem
From moment-mystery regime
A melody where soon will gleam
The echo of today

© Janet Martin





Monday, April 1, 2013

Reminder to Trust





When we attempt upon our own
To shoulder living’s dirt
Then we forget the Faithful One
Who knows our every hurt
And soon we stagger, soon we fall
Beneath its weighted woe
God, help us trust; You hear each call
And never let us go

© Janet Martin

The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want...Ps. 23:1

Another 'New Arrival' Poemlet



Jaded jewel
Pressed candidly
On my heart-string
Where your touch used to be

Gently gleaming
Silver sphere
Of love’s after-math
...a tear

With the dawn's
Fresh diadem
Longing spawns
Another gem
  
J~

You Always Come This Way...



 


2013 April PAD Challenge: Day 1
 For today’s prompt, write a new arrival poem.

You always come this way
Virgin
Tumbled gold
Or placid gray
Grace-breath spilling
In moment-opportunity
From heaven’s finger-tips
To mortal hands and lips
You always come this way
Oh, dawning of new day

© Janet Martin

The Wayfaring Poet's Delight





The wayfaring poet delights
In timeless joys of old
The ebony of midnight deep
Its cup of morning gold
The fragment’s of a season’s cloak
Scattered on earthen floor
The sweep of dawn flooding life’s road
Of grace to her front door

The pigment on hope’s grand palette
Draws her toward the Hand
Spilling His daily Masterpiece
Freely across the land
The wayfaring poet hungers
And feasts her yearning thought
On moment-possibility
In all that yet is not

She dwells in nature’s palace
Willing to seal in ink
The passionate, ephemeral gasp
Of life’s perplexing wink
And in each moment-jewel
That glimmers on time’s sod
She thrills to shape the gossamer
Of word to gifts from God

© Janet Martin

When I got up the dawn was an expressionless gray, spiked suddenly with gold only to slip back again behind a wall of sudden flurries...stunning!


Sunday, March 31, 2013

He Is Alive



If we had been there at on that day
To watch them take His body down
And then heard His disciples say
‘He is not here now, but is risen’
If we had seen with our own eyes
The guards that watched the stone sealed grave
Would we like Thomas, have replied
When I see Him I will believe?

We will be here on That Day
When Jesus’ Grace and Glory rends
The sky; like the veil, done away
Then, as His Majesty descends
We will see with our own eyes
The One who died to set us free
God is not dead; HE IS ALIVE
When we see Him, all will believe

© Janet Martin

  Beware, brethren, lest there be in any of you an evil heart of unbelief in departing from the living God;  but exhort one another daily, while it is called “Today,” lest any of you be hardened through the deceitfulness of sin.  For we have become partakers of Christ if we hold the beginning of our confidence steadfast to the end,  while it is said:

“Today, if you will hear His voice,
Do not harden your hearts as in the rebellion.” Heb. 3: 12-15

Friday, March 29, 2013

Winter is Weary...





Skim lightly your laughter
Of cerulean blue
Over worn skin of winter’s avenue
Drape on the meadow
Waffled whispers of silk
Spill to the shadow
Your violet-breathed ilk
For winter is weary
And longs to be done
Relinquishing its dreary days
To the sun
Fallow and hollow and all things between
Yearn for fresh garments of floral and green
Skim lightly your filament
Over the earth
Teasing bud-jewels into blossom mirth
For winter is weary
Of its blustering
And longs for the cheery
Warm laughter of spring

© Janet Martin