...and July

  

  

  

  

  

  

When Time is a daydream-dew-drenched lullaby

When the air has a ‘come to me, come to me’ sigh

When earth unfolds fabric of wild-flower quilt

When breezes are ballads of leisurely lilt

When we make allowance to lie in the shade

Beneath sprawling limb-tents and leaf-serenade

When what we don’t know doesn’t matter so much

Soothed by the kisses of sun, sand and such

When bare feet go dancing and dirt is a throne

When Duty alleviates its monotone

When gardens are getaway-spas for the soul

Midst rainbow reunion of perennial

When we traverse from earth’s footstool, heaven’s sky

We know its vacation-time and July

© Janet Martin

Of Expanses...

We touch the tip of pen to page

What word will spill its jot?

Gleaned from a strange and silent stage

In the expanse of thought

Earth’s country-side is summer-sweet

It lures the roving eye

Out to an edge we cannot reach

At the expanse of sky

…and all the while our glances gulp

at priceless works of art

to pin where nothing can annul

Expanses of the heart

How swift a season seeps into

That bastioned by-and-by

It tints with russet, gold and blue

Expanses of a sigh

The rooming-house of all our dates

Whether staid or sublime

Soon joins the hour that dissipates

In the expanse of Time

Darling, a day-dream’s luxury

Is better shared somehow

Let’s make a brand-new memory

In this expanse of Now

© Janet Martin

Saturday again, already?!

 Almost half-way through July?! Didn’t we just celebrate Canada Day?

Let’s get out there and make the most of what we have…moments!

A few of yesterday's moments shaped to memories... (I should know better than to say, 'okay, now please look normal!'

Almost Nothing

Majestic in nature, miniscule in size

Ethereal stature we simply surmise

Essence of eons, invisible jot

Elusive chalice where living is wrought

Wee wink of wonderment, gargantuan gasp

Half-breath allotment that no one can clasp

Intangible, all-consuming chrysalis

Warrior’s weapon and motherhood’s kiss

You fill the ages like drops fill a sea

Weeping in fathoms of fancied filigree

Almost your nothingness dares me to laugh

You sign my forehead with your autograph

Over and over your phantom parade

Silvers sun-sparkles; flicker-escapade

Dreamer’s cornucopia, miser’s lament

Everything, almost nothing…ah, little moment

© Janet Martin

Midnight's Metamorphosis

We pause at dusk to gaze where none a glimpse beyond can borrow

…life’s ever-foreign territory remains thus; Tomorrow

For when daylight returns to warm night’s charcoal over-lay

Time’s metamorphosis has turned tomorrow to Today

Thought for its countless trickery and quick, quiet perception

Reaches in vain; it cannot see tomorrow’s veiled direction

Though we have waited, balanced on a fulcrum formed of clocks

Midnight’s muted transaction in one micro-second locks…

…its present day to Past; what was tomorrow is today

And still tomorrow wafts so near in eons far away

No braggart, sleuth or warrior out-wits Time’s mediator

We cannot see beyond today; so we trust its Creator

  

© Janet Martin

 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.  Matt. 6:34

To Readers and Writers I Will Never Fully Meet...

I love you though speech-silence must remain our meeting-place

And miles we cannot travel our sole soul-sweet embrace

I love you though we’ve never met to touch, save on this stage

Of poetry; strange how a friendship forms from page to page

I love you and I miss you like a drifter far from home

How is it, soul-mates sometimes never fully meet, save in a poem?

I love you, as together far apart our hearts are stirred

To share a mystic kinship through the wonder of a word

© Janet Martin

Praying a special blessing on you today~

Thank-you for dropping by.