Monday, March 2, 2015

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


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!

Sunday, March 1, 2015

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