If I Were You...

   

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PAD challenge day 14; write an 'If I Were' poem

If I were you, then I would be

That person in my life with me

And I would need to see and hear

The ‘me’ I am to you, my dear

If I were you I’d come to know

The person from the outside so

I wonder if I’d be okay

To hear only the things I say

If I were you right next to me

Would I enjoy my company?

Or would I find a quick excuse

To rush away…an age-old ruse

If I were you would I call me

To share life over cakes and tea?

Or would I grumble inwardly

To spend an afternoon with me?

I think I’d learn a thing or two

If for one day I would be you

I wonder what my thoughts would be

If I were you instead of me

© Janet Martin

ugh! self-examination is brutal!  

'sometimes I wish you could hear yourself' I was told this week-end...and I know its true; ' that which I would do I do not and that which I would not, that I do! oh, wretched man that I am...'

If I Were Lucky...

PAD Challenge day 14: Write an 'If I Were...' poem

If I were lucky I'd win lotteries
and draws and bets and wishes on  a star
Each four-leaf clover, stack of cards the means
To dinners with champagne and caviar

If I were lucky I'd take every chance
Without a care or second thought to need
Thirteen would be a god and I would dance
Against the odds with Lady Luck to lead

I don't believe in luck or chance or fate
The stars do not align just right for me
And often all that I can do is wait
And work and wonder at God's will for me

If I were lucky that were second best
Each day I'm awed to know that I am blessed

Janet~

...And Then It Fades Away

 I took these pics off the TV screen so they're not that good...I always feel incredibly happy for the winner of a competition and incredibly sympathetic to the disappointment of the 'almost winner'! Congratulations Bubba! and we will see you next year, Jordan. what a day at the MASTERS!

…and then it fades away

The screen of twilight dark and deep

Where both triumph and heart-break sleep

In Past’s Immortal Day

That pinnacle of bliss

Where grit and glory coalesce

Soon falls beneath the burnished tress

Of Bygone’s faded kiss

Life’s bitter loss and tear

As dreams die on hope’s gilded green

Amalgamates upon a screen

Of middle-night and yester-year

A blend of gold and gray;

On one hand joy, the other grief

A moment free-fall from Time’s sheaf

…and then it fades away

©Janet Martin

In an interview tonight they asked  Ted Scott, Bubba's caddy 'what next?' he replied  'its a little soon to think about that but he knows he's going to bed tonight to sleep and tomorrow morning we begin another day...' Isn't that what we all do? Triumph or disappointment, we go to bed and begin again in the morning!

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Tonight there were two of me inside

...Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Strange tug-of-war like spring-winter-north-south

Laughter and growl juxtaposed in my mouth

Sometimes sweet spring is what I want to say

But out comes the wrath of a wild winter’s day

While family chuckles, quite amused as I toss

Burnt pans to the counter-top, feeling quite cross

Some days are blossoms of violet and rose

Some bear the brunt of our unspoken woes

Two forces battle and we must decide

Between Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

I hope if you ask my children someday

Whom I most resembled they’ll be quick to say

‘Mostly Dr. Jekyll, easy-going, good-lookin’

But all Mr. Hyde when she burnt the cookin’…

© Janet Martin

Trying to have a little fun with more than one failure today;(

There are few things that rile me like burnt cooking and baking so I was ranting at myself as I pulled almost burnt granola bars from the oven after supper. (I was going to take them out mid-supper but of course, forgot all about granola bars as we enjoyed baked chicken, baked-potato wedges, green beans and coleslaw)

I was in the middle of a rant at myself when Matt taps me on the shoulder…’sh-h! here is the phone and I’m not sure who it is!’

Oops!! I switch to ‘hello…oh, hi, how are you doing?’ in my most cheerfullest trying voice and I heard one of the kids say. WOW! Mom’s Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde!!

The worst part is that I couldn’t tell that person I was raging at myself…this is a lesson for Mother to try to be self-controlled and moderate no matter what…sigh.

…so now we have granola bark instead of granola bars ‘cause they were too hard to cut.

Today’s Saturday muffins are Carrot-raisin-nut. My fav’s.

Between Saturdays

I'm not going to say it! Well okay, maybe I will...'Saturday already?!' We are a much less snowier Saturday today...YAY! Farmers are beginning to ready equipment and hearts for another year of trusting...

Life slips between Saturdays; Time’s hungry sea

Claims another week to history

Tempest and tiralee tucked to its keep

Day-by-day death-bed of Duty and sleep

Worrier, wanderer walk side by side

Fellow-companions on Time’s taking tide

Fruit of each season a brief bounty where

We plant and gather; a constant affair

...for we are never done; dreamland's lofty towers

Rise above this quickened sally of hours

How is it Time in its subtle-soft ways

Fashions a life between Saturdays?

Hold and let go; breath-stealing ballet

Between Saturdays raven youth turns gray

We bear its beauty of buffet and bliss

Marveling oft at how brief a week(or life) is…

© Janet Martin

Well, I'm off to taste what this Saturday is already eagerly spilling...moments:)

I hope you have a good one.

Love Never Fails...

   

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PAD challenge day 11: make a statement as your title and expand on it

Words fail; sometimes they spew twisted, black

And I wish I could have them back

My only hope for mercy hails

To Love because it never fails

Deeds fail; I blush to view my thought

Of good intention never wrought

Accomplishment for all its pain

If not for Love would be in vain

We fail; but Love is there to mend

Where other attributes pretend

This daily death to Self prevails

And satisfies; Love never fails

© Janet Martin

Morning is a Lovely time of Life...

PAD Challenge day 11: 'make a statement as your title and expand on it' poem

Morning is a lovely time of life

The old has passed and on horizons new

Hope spills across Time’s pitfall-avenue

For we are creatures born to toil and strife

But morning is a lovely time of life

The old has passed and on horizons new

Mist-melodies unfurl on waking hills

And though we drink the gall of spills and ills

See, now our cup is filled with virgin hue

The old has passed and on horizons; New

Mist-melodies unfurl on waking hills

The glory of God’s goodness and His grace

Cannot be sealed in midnight’s dark embrace

As mercy from ten-thousand legions spills

Mist-melodies unfurl on waking hills

The glory of God’s goodness and His grace

Though oft misunderstood abides full, free

He knows, though storm may rend the sky and sea

‘Tis then we seek that comforting embrace

...the glory of God’s goodness and His grace

© Janet Martin

 

Sonnet of Deepening Dusk (re-vamped re-post)

 

 

See how the wave of twilight converges

Over pine spire to shorelines at the sky

...how its motionless euphony surges

Earth-scented eighth-notes and willow-limb sigh

Far in the marsh the spring-peeper heralds

In vestal innocence, its wee acclaim

Beyond the hills a backdrop of coral

Deepens to ruby in ethereal flame

I taste the song of farewell in my mouth

Sassy noon zephyrs repose to the south

Stillness in choirs of heavenly tenure

Dissolves life’s temporal struggle and hurt

A melody of longing and languor

Wakens the diamond asleep in the dirt

River of moments and memories merge

With the spectator perched on midnight's brim

No word or syllable scuffs the heaven's splurge

As earth’s Creator conducts twilight’s hymn

Shimmer and shadow of moon-haloed tones

Brushes the meadow and cool cobblestones

See how the rise and fall of eve’s ocean

Clutches the heart in the swell of its cape

Feel how the tide of it tugs emotion

Aching in hollows of thought without shape

Loss and fulfillment, failure, forgiveness

End and beginning, future and past

Hurting and healing and hope coalesce

Under the banner of twilight’s broad mast

The Maestro directs the subtle release

Of night as it falls in an anthem of peace

© Janet Martin