But 'How'...

 If you don't watch golf then the name Jordan Spieth is simply another name,

but to those who do, yesterday's stunning finale will never be forgotten!

 

Trying to come to grips with what just happened...

It’s not so much the ‘if’ we lose

But ‘how’ that shapes the ‘who’

That we become after the humb-

-ling hurt of it is through

It’s not so much the ‘what’ of it

That dictates happiness

But how we use the Now of it

That steals or deals success

© Janet Martin

We congratulate Danny Willett
(nice article if you click the link)

God does not call us to success, but to faithfulness~

Dear Jordan Spieth...(and the rest of us too)

 Jordan, we are so proud of the way you handled, under the scrutiny of millions of eyes,
a huge life-disappointment!

What to do…

The day is new

And you and I

Are privy to

Its moments, oh,

They fall like snow

And melt into

Time’s come-and-go

While we employ

Heartbreak and joy

And all the noise

That goes with it

Of win and loss

The albatross

To those of us

Who dare not quit

© Janet Martin

A year ago, celebration...

...this year, heartbreak! 

Dream and Dreamer-defenders

 PAD Challenge day 11: For today’s prompt, write a defensive poem.

Like traffic on a freeway full of dreams

The stream of Monday-morn commuters pour

To keep the growling wolf outside our door

Is quite a full time chore, or so it seems

Like merchants of mind math-games, hands and feet

Adhere to expectation and demand

The taskmaster of moments takes command

On sand where choice and consequence compete

Like dream-mates in the sport of live-love-learn

Of off-to-work before dark dims the day

Where wins and losses strew the age-old way

Of almost-yesterday, we take our turn

Like They did before us, we too commit

To maintain time’s affair of hold-let-go

Like blue-collar prize-fighters, oh, we know

That if we want to win we cannot quit

© Janet Martin 

What are you going to do

to defend The Dream today?

where even now the what-why-how

of it dwindles away! 

Plan a picnic,

 Plant a garden

 Paint a picture,

 Pray for trust

 As we learn

What really matters...

...the soul is not dust-to-dust

Transfixed Betwixt

 As I poem-sketch, ice-rain pelts the windowpane...

I’d pry flowers from your fist

Meadows mint-green, dawn dew-kissed

If I could I would untwist

Hills swathed in silk-amethyst

I’d tie ribbons to the breeze

Violet-scented melodies

Purple and la crème pansies

Like Spring’s fair, best-dressed ladies

I’d fling petals to the air

Plush, like a pink teddy bear

If I could, oh, I would dare

To find winter’s wild-wind lair

I’d dance barefoot while gales blow

Disguising the undertow

Of hills white with daisy-snow

Where spring-winter ebbs and flows

I’d try to persuade the sky

To be blue-eyed like July

If I could I would defy

Those pebbles that pelt my sigh

If I could I would design

Buds half-grinning on a vine

Where the world waits for its prime

Betwixt spring and winter time

© Janet Martin

Here's to the World of Sport

PAD Challenge Day 10: write an emotions poem

The Masters 2016 are not in the books yet but oh, I need a break!

Handshakes,

 Heartbreaks,

High-fives, lows

O-o-o-ohs and a-a-a-hs,

Applause,

Oh, no-o-os!

Cheers and tears

Moans, groans,

Weep, grin

Hold your breath,

Exhale again

Cross your fingers

Close your eyes,

Heart-pounding

Couch-coaching cries

Laugh, wail, tremble,

Cringe, yell, snort

Oh,

This is the world of
watching sport

Janet Martin

There is a fine line between disaster and success here (the Masters)
Lee Westwood 

There are many who care little about the world of competition but for those of us who enjoy the adrenaline rush of the road to victory or defeat...well,
Wow, what an ebb and flow of emotion we experience that they...
Don't!

an hour after the above pic...