Thursday, October 15, 2015

To Time's New-comers




This poem-shot is taken from a little book of poetry by John Pudney.
 Aren't you glad John Pudney pressed some of his heart-pieces to paper for Time's Newcomers?

In this journey of pressing
Heart-pieces to paper
Of baring and sharing
What Mind dares to wager…

In this passage of wishing
And kissing while Wanting
Gapes soulful in fathoms
Twixt touch-and-taste taunting…

In this leap of learning
Where love comforts losses
Where laughter apposes
Longing’s albatrosses..

In this expedition
Of lips and fingertips
Of poring, exploring
What soft-steadily slips…

In this sweep of seasons
Splashing from Time’s jar
What a blessed bunch of novice
Fellow-travelers we are

© Janet Martin

so, because none of us
has had a trial run,
a prep-course,
a practice session,
a re-turn, 
a second-time-around
and because
we are all students
in the school of life
we need each other
's grace
because all
any of us has
are each other
and another day
to try again

...and all by the grace of God!

 Do nothing from selfishness or empty conceit,
but with humility of mind regard one another as more important than yourselves;
do not merely look out for your own personal interests,
 but also for the interests of others. 
Phil. 2:3-4

What's Your Style?



The sky had a blue-grey tinge and the early morning sun illuminated Mother Nature's tree tops with a rusty glow so glorious I wanted to  send her a blank check...
  John Greenwood @ Raining Iguanas

(after reading John's post I promise you will feel the same way!)

slurp it 
or sip it 
or chew it 
or grip it
or stroke it 
or poke it 
or  
just simply sit
chase it
embrace it
indulge in
its graces
but 
whatever you do, love
Don't miss it! 

Walk it
and talk it
or
stroll it in silence
touch it
and taste it
ramble,
amble,
dash,
Dare to plunge
into
the thick
of Time's offering
Lest we miss 
the bliss
of its sparkle and
splash

Janet






Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Today is Like a Little Bridge



OctPoWriMo day 14: What is on the bridge between yesterday and tomorrow?


Today is like a little bridge
That spans the gap between
The misted vale of morrow
And what has already been

Beneath this little bridge that spans
What was to what will be
Abide the everlasting hands
Of God, for you and me

What was will not return again
And who knows what will be?
Today bridges the gap twixt Past
And opportunity

Yesterday and tomorrow are
Time’s after and before
Today is like a bridge between
Each far and phantom shore

Today spans from regret to hope
The scaffold of God's grace
Bridges the gap to what remains
From what none can erase

 

© Janet Martin

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

October Skies



October hangs up one masterpiece after another!


October skies are like a prize for eyes
Wild tumbled hues of gray-gold-blue surprise 
Awe cannot be detailed, regaled with word
October skies inspire sighs soft-stirred

Beneath the heath of heaven seasons brim
Time’s hierarchy an ever-shifting scrim
Common moments are something to behold
...October hangs skies, blue-gray-blush and gold

Above October gardens decomposed
Skies bloom, celestial Masterworks exposed
Earth’s room has window-seats where we can sit
Sunrise and sunset fill the frame of it

Ten-thousand-thousand miracles expire
No one can name them, heaven is on fire
With October and possibility
Its skies surprise prayers with humility

The roof of earth pokes through leaf canopies
October lowers awnings, fills its eaves
With clash of tempests, joy-grief filigree
Where one without the other cannot be

October skies are Paradise half-told
To we, poised on earth’s blue-dot pot of gold
Where we exclaim, as if discovery
Were thought's first prize; October's skies are free

© Janet Martin

yes, even late-day, slate-gray skies bear a brave beauty!

 

Earth Is Like A Sleepy Child...





Earth is like a sleepy child
Ready for a rest
Nightie-night and hush-a-bye
Winter is a nest

Autumn is a lullaby
Shushing trees and streams
Earth is like a sleepy child
Ready for sweet dreams

Now I lay me down to sleep
Summer’s song is spent
Autumn lines earth’s cradle with
Bygone’s filament

Earth half-shuts its drowsy eyes
Leaves waft overhead
As the matron of the skies
Tucks them into bed

Earth is like a sleepy child
Ready for a rest
Nightie-night and hush-a-bye
Winter is a nest

© Janet Martin



Risk Failure...a Blitz Poem



OctPoWriMo Day 13. Write a blitz poem about risk.


“Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.” 
― T.S. Eliot




How far will I go?
How much will I risk?
Risk nothing?
Risk it all?
All of what?
All of my heart
Heart full of hunger
Heart full of words
Words that bare all
Words that spell thought
Thought is a drifter
Thought controls minds
Minds move the hand
Minds birth action
Action involves plan
Action desires risk
Risk requires courage
Risk inspires fear
Fear is a killer
Fear is a thief
Thief of laughter
Thief of beauty
Beauty of love
Beauty of ink
Ink drained from souls
Ink shaped in poetry
Poetry to lavish paper
Poetry to surprise people
People feel it
People need it
It is soul food
It is music
Music for all ages
Music on pages
Pages that thrill
Pages that fill
Fill us with hunger
Fill us with joy
Joy of what is
Joy of what waits
Waits to be written
Waits to be shared
Shared. There it is
Shared requires risk
Risk being wrong
Risk being read by masters
Masters that braved risk
Masters that bore failure
Risk
Failure

© Janet Martin