Wednesday, April 8, 2015

All Day The Color Gray Rained down...



 Farewell Gray Day...
and Goodnight



All day the color gray rained down
And drenched earth’s ragged dressing-gown
Then dusk, like an umbrella spread
Its deeper hue above each head
Where twilight is an ill, chill sea
And firelight, kind company

The wind, a friendless vagabond
Wails at each window and beyond
The treeline where the field is bare
Save for the rivers running where
All day the color gray rained down
Like tears from Old Man Winter’s frown

Before the morning draws ashore
Perhaps his tears will cease to pour
And he with his last farewell spent
Will climb into his bed, content
…strange comfort this, to listen to
Dear Old Man Winter weep adieu


© Janet Martin

Gray April Showers






Only one word comes to mind to describe today's weather...WILD!

The wind bares its teeth
And the low sky glowers
While Earth huddles beneath
Grey April showers

Before spring’s buxom
And bloom laden bowers
Earth must first soften ‘neath
Grey April showers

Pond-sized puddles
Will water May flowers
Waiting somewhere beneath
Gray April showers


© Janet Martin

Dare To Be Different



 Write a dare poem is PAD Challenge day 8
 This picture in The Bible In Pictures For Little Eyes, first read to us by our mom, is etched in my mind when I picture Daniel in the lions den...


It is tempting to conform,
When it is evident
No one really cares at all
If we dare to be different

If we dare to stand against
The popular masses
We will likely not obtain
Attention by its classes

But, to dare to be aware
Of mankind’s blind undoing
Will insist that we differ
In the points that we are viewing

‘Dare to be a Daniel’
My Mother said to me
Dare to be different and trust
In more than you can see

Then, if you dare to differ
Though no one will applaud
Your difference will save you if
The difference is God

© Janet Martin




If We Dare to Deny Him



PAD Challenge day 8: write a dare poem



We will never be all we were born to be
If we dare to deny the One who made us,
Don’t you see?

The voices in our head will spout cheap acronym
If we dare to deny the thread that draws us
Back to Him

Knowledge’s boast is base without belief in He
Who, somewhere in this frame of flesh placed
Immortality

…and we will never reach our full potential
If we dare to boldly deny the Giver
Of it all

Accomplishment is vain and touted Truth a fraud
If we dare to deny within its every essence
God

© Janet Martin

 Therefore everyone who confesses Me before men, I will also confess him before My Father who is in heaven. "But whoever denies Me before men, I will also deny him before My Father who is in heaven.

 
The fool says in his heart, "There is no God."Ps.14:1

Dare For Today

PAD Challenge day 8: For today’s prompt, write a dare poem.


I dare you to let go,
Of what we cannot change
And hold to what we can, my dear
For life, so swift and strange
Waits for no one but hastes away
Yet, always leaves behind Today

Futile to mope and hope 
For what can never be, 
Each new Today, my dear, is rich
With opportunity
And so I dare you to let go
Of what we cannot change or know

I dare you to embrace
The moment you are in
To live-laugh-love with all your heart
What will not pass again
And in this chase twixt sky and sod
I dare you, friend, to trust in God

 Janet Martin


Trust in the Lord with all your heart,
And lean not on your own understanding;
In all your ways acknowledge Him,
And He shall direct your paths. 

Prov.3:5-6


Tuesday, April 7, 2015

April Aria




Now frigid mantles melt in canticles of gray and gold
And eyes down-cast at times begin to lift, their longing gaze
Hungry for what we’ve come to know is veiled within her hold
Of lilac buds and lark-song, orchards frothed with blossom-haze

How poised, the brave and naked tree where breeze begins to stir
Upon the limb a diadem of hope’s most virgin green
And every field is like a child with arms flung wild, eager
For all that waits beyond the gates of winter-that-has-been

The stream gleams like a silver sash on earth’s modest, sage blouse
And countryside exhales like fellow-soldiers back from war
Her rising, falling ebb and flow of hold-let-go arouse
-es plans and dreams and readiness where soil and toil implore

The rusty, ragged overcoat of reeds will soon be shed
And gaping hills will soon be draped in capes of verdant sheath
And where the rotund ridge sports listless bristles, soon instead
Of these, pansy, daisy and dandelion bloom beneath

…the azure sweep of leisure deep where skies are warm and wide
For April is a garden ready for the dance of feet
And April is a farmer’s verve and April is a bride
And April is a pussy-willow patterned window-seat


© Janet Martin