Rendezvous with Regret

 

November's PAD Challenge Day 3.For today’s prompt, write a “the last time I was here” poem.

I do not come here often
For I cannot bear
Its mantle of memory
Its grief and despair
But life hands us lessons
We cannot forget
Yet, I cannot tarry
Too long
In regret

The last time I was here
I vowed, not again
Regret is a futile
And profitless pain
After forgiveness
Though I may not forget
I must not return
To wallow
In regret

Janet~

"If we spend our time with regrets over yesterday, and worries over what might happen tomorrow, we have no today in which to live."
-­-Anonymous

Clean Sheet

November's PAD(poem-a-day) challenge, day 4.For today’s prompt, take the phrase “(blank) Sheet,” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then write the poem.

It lies before us; exhaled ‘cross the earth

Ready to suffer our scribbles and spills

Over and over mercy proves its worth

Spreading a clean sheet beneath our quills

Soon our kisses will cover the page

Mingling perhaps with a tear and a sigh

Morning unfurls beneath us, a stage

Pristine invitation sprawled out to the sky

What will it hold when dusk folds it again?

Tucking it into the pocket of Past

Testaments uttered not by ink and pen

But by our choices; forever Time-cast

© Janet Martin

 

But For a Bit of Ink and Thought

 Whenever I have a few minutes to kill I enjoy a few poems from my poetry cupboard...

But for a bit of thought and ink

Spilled earnestly upon a page

Names like Longfellow, Tennyson

Would lie in some forgotten age

And we would not be awed and thrilled

If thought in ink was never spilled

But for a bit of ink and thought

Falling madly or glad or sad

Then Shakespeare, Frost, Milton and Keats

And Coleridge would all be dead

Wilde, Riley, Whitman, Kipling, Clare

Would decay in a grave somewhere

But for a bit of thought and ink

We would not recognize this cast

The Brownings, Blakes and Dickinsons

All would be buried in the past

But for a bit of time and ink

Long now we taste their thought and drink

© Janet Martin

The Momentum of a Moment

The momentum of a moment is a silent, subtle surge

It inspires tender love songs and our deepest, dearest dirge

And It tugs from seed the wonder of a hand we cannot see

Then enfolds again its splendor to earth’s season-deity

An intangible tsunami is this tiny tick and tock

As It pulses in a countdown from an impalpable clock

It’s as searing as those sorrows that our mouths can never tell

And It fills unfathomed eons in that gulf twixt heav’n and hell

The momentum of a moment is a gossamer eclipse

Of the present, past and future pausing briefly on our lips

As the silk of half-breath grandeur slips into the by and by

Soon we follow its meander to that place beyond the sky

The momentum of a moment melds the bitter with the sweet

A kaleidoscope of learning as life’s light and shadow meet

And it blends within its bearing both defeat and victories

Shaping in its brief way-faring the expanse of centuries

© Janet Martin

Love

   

This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. 1 John 4:10

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The whole world cries for it

The soldier dies for it

The young maid sighs for it

Love

The mourner mourns for it

The drifter burns for it

The scorner spurns,

Yet yearns for it

Love

The preacher prays for it

The lonely man pays for it

The gambler plays for it

Love

The miser saves for it

The beggar craves for it

The rich man slaves for it

Love

The devil lied for it

The sinner cried for it

The Savior died for it

Love

© Janet Martin

Of Masterpieces and Mortality

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or song below.

Oh, Artist of each season

Thy canvas sky and sod

Only a fool can see and yet

Deny that You are God

No man can match Your beauty

Each frame a Master-piece

Spring, summer, fall and winter

Portray Your awesomeness

Oh, Painter without parchment

We bow beneath Your brush

The God of earth and Heaven

Will never forsake us

© Janet Martin

 The fool says in his heart, "There is no God." They are corrupt, their deeds are vile; Ps. 14:1  

  

Wishing you a wonderful, worshipful week-end!

Of Absolutes

 The golden-rod is silver...

Time will take its course

The leaf must fall away

And by a moment’s force

The gold will turn to gray

Both seed and deed will bear

Its fruit; the law of such

Ascribes to Deity somewhere

That our hands cannot touch

Hope will not make ashamed

God’s Will will be done

And every knee will bow

When that last trump is blown

Love will conquer all

We are not doomed to strife

For all will hear His call

‘I AM the Truth and Life’

© Janet Martin

The News as We Hear It...

  

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Writer's Unite PAD challenge Day 2: For today’s prompt, write a “news of the day” poem.

After editting
and rhetoric
and politics,
After omissions
and Conditions
and many
ignored submissions
we have
Today's News

Janet Martin