Of Moment-hulls

What just a few short hours ago

Was burgeoning and full

Has dropped its petals to the snow

Like autumn’s emptied hull

There is no rewind button, oh

No ‘redo’ or ‘retrace’

When all is said and done, my love

Our only hope is grace

The after-math of moments, dear

Flows far beyond our reach

Their stumbles keep us humble with

The lessons that they teach

And were it not for tears that flow

Our laughter would be dull

Thus is the touch-taste-have-and-hold

Of every moment-hull

We cannot press into the pod

The seed that falls away

Each moment is a gift, to God

The glory, come what may

© Janet Martin

The past 24 hrs. spilled a few come-what-mays for which I would ask for a rewind or redo if I could, but I cannot...all we have is grace and faith for a forward facing journey.

A set-back is a set-up for a come-back~ Steve Harvey

Bravely Facing Forward

So much we never mention

So much we never say

But turn our faces to the grace

Of what remains; today

Futile to battle vainly

What we can never rule

Time is a staid tick-tock, tick-tock

And life its little school

Experience shapes wonder

Lest, God forbid, we’re blind

To beauty’s fullness; consummate

Of heart and soul and mind

Years forge far more than history

Pray we do not disdain

The Hand that renders for our good

What cannot be again

The power of a moment

Can steal one’s breath away

We turn our faces forward to

Embrace its grace; today

© Janet Martin

One (Nib's End)

(or two) Dewena's Window

women's wisdom-words inspire

another to keep on keeping on. 

Love is a wow-some labyrinth 

of invisible stepping-stones

laid down by those who've been there,

sharing what they've come to know

taking their place in the current of

life's ever-forward flow
 
© Janet Martin

March Mirrors

March has the happiest mirrors

That ever earth did know

As mirth of rain-sun-chuckles fill

Each dip with melted snow

Now it seems Nature is smiling

No matter where we look

Each hollow is a cheval-glass

Each crevice is a brook

Each indent is a garden-pond

And every tarn and stream

Where white relents is like a trance

A-rife with summer’s dream

That cold and brooding afternoon

Is singing where the snow

Fills frames shaping the gladdest mirr

-ors ever earth did know

© Janet Martin

We're not seeing any today, but on the week-end the sun warmed the roads enough to create...puddles! We have not seen puddles since December's long gray one!

Rhyme-Time!

In March Phoenix Rising is going to explore the Reason for Rhyme...hurray!!;-)

Sometimes rhyme can distract and lull

The reader from experiencing a poem in full

I’m sometimes a rhymer when I’d rather be

Free-spirited, free verse, conformity-free

But something within seems to grin and say

Come here, my darling and rhyme, rhyme away

Janet Martin