Sunday, July 26, 2015

Pausing Between Pages to Simply Be...

The girls and I love reading so often while the guys golf we read...and talk... 
and listen to the lyrics of the sea. 
We 'drift' on the bobbing dock, 
caught somewhere between reality 
...and book-world.

O, Beauty of being
You kiss half-shut eyes
And taunt life’s ineptness
With paradise

O, tireless sea-song
You surge and recede
A blue-throated ballad
To thought's nameless need

You strum ancient shorelines
That cradle the sea
Where we drift twixt book-land
And reality

...while pleading with edicts
Of hours and such
To fine-tune the pages
Where sky and sea touch

© Janet Martin

Saturday, July 18, 2015

I'd Like...





I’d like…

To see the sun climb, dip, then slip
Into a pink and silver sea
To watch the brunt of hours drip
Without appointment, languidly
Between the pages of a book
Where summer’s while is fancy-free
Slow-poured like sweet tea in a nook
Of laughter, love and family

I’d like…

To disengage the clock that tocks
And tells me what I ought to do
While flowers flaunt their vibrant locks
Beneath a dome of blue on blue
…and then another day is done
And I say where and when and how
…and scold that age-old wagging tongue
That orders more than days allow

I’d like…

To wash my toes with sand and sun
Let common landmarks slide away
Like post-cards waving, ‘see you soon
Enjoy your little get-away’
Then I would like to turn and blow
A kiss of kin-ship to it all
Replying, I can hear the sea, so
Farewell while I heed its call
Farewell, while I heed its call

© Janet Martin

Yes, it's five o'clock-diamonds time:)
I will be away for a week or two. See you soon!

Sometimes I pretend the above hills are a smidgeon of Ireland;-)
Everything is so green this year due to large amounts of rain!


Friday, July 17, 2015

Heave Ho, Push, Pull



Sometimes it would seem easier
To crumple weakly and admit
That we fail more than we succeed
It would seem easier to quit

For gain is not an easy fight
We slip and slide, stumble and fall
Still, no matter what odds may seem
To quit is but to lose it all

And so we keep on keeping on
For quitting is to fail in full
One moment at a time, my love
Heave-ho, heave-ho, push-pull, push-pull

© Janet Martin

Sometimes when life hands us a stinging slap to the face,
A quick fist to the gut,
a hard kick behind the knees
it would seem easier to quit trying so hard,
but to become stronger we need to push against the odds,
not by our own strength and power,
but God's. 

He is faithful...

The LORD is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer, My God, my rock, in whom I take refuge; My shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold. I call upon the LORD, who is worthy to be praised, And I am saved from my enemies. Ps. 18:2-3

internet too slow for pics 



Thursday, July 16, 2015

Let's Dare To Live




 ...how soon the afternoon donned deeper shades, then disappeared...


Each morning climbs the hill until it becomes afternoon
Then, like the shade that climbs through every fence and gate to lie
Across the yard, the afternoon turns into vesper-tune
And so it goes, from bud to rose to slumber’s lullaby

Then we should pause, because who knows how soon That Gong will toll
And we should purpose in this place of God-anointed Time
To marvel at the way a day, a bud, a year unfolds
Then falls away like petals when the bloom has lost its shine

Let’s let a moment linger longer on our fingertips
That drip-drop from Time’s spigot will run dry. When? Ah, who knows?
Let’s laugh a little more and fill hello with first friendships
Let’s smile, let’s share, let’s dare to live as if This Door might close

Now morning climbs the hill and if God wills, the afternoon
Is waiting like a shroud that every morning dons at last
We cannot hold back moments; soon an hour claims its due
Let’s hope-love-pray before this day turns into Ever Past

© Janet  Martin

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Because It Is What It Is And That's That



I searched for a different answer
One more suited to my cause
But it wouldn’t change a smidgeon
Because the truth never does

Truth cannot be teased to please us
Truth will not alter its stance
It remains unchanged in spite of
Finagling or circumstance

Though we may not always like it
And though we may change its name
Underneath our blither-blather
The truth is, truth stays the same

© Janet Martin

Pl-e-e-e-a-s-e! I pleaded with Google…give me something that doesn’t say, Pick them ASAP!!
But every year in a bevy of fresh voices replies roll in to others asking the same question and the response does not flinch! Potato bugs MUST be picked diligently and ASAP! Yech!

It is too dark to see and just feeling for those squishy critters when you can't see is FREAKY!!! I'll finish in the morning before I pick up Melissa for a day at home:-) yay! 

I thought about taking a picture of the scoundrels but refused to give them the honor! Instead, here is a picture I took earlier while weeding...