Waiting For Rain

 Poetic Bloomings Prompt: day 7. Summer Rain

We wait. The weight of the sky weighs

In grays and ways of want

…for afternoon of silver haze

 To glaze each green-leaf haunt

Earth’s child is hungry for a chance

To chase the dancing feet

Of heaven’s happy fairy-bands

Tap-tapping down the street

...to see a sea of rivers run

Through bloom ballrooms, soft pink 

To cheer the absence of the sun

While thirsty gardens drink

© Janet Martin

Count your Miracles Today

“He is wooing you from the jaws of distress to a spacious place free from restriction, to the comfort of your table laden with choice food.  

Job 36:16

Count your miracles today

Feel them when you bow to pray

How a word whispered to God

Transports sky and sea and sod

To the very ear of He

Who is Immortality

Count your miracles, oh my

See how morning meets the eye

Melts the dark with crimson-gold

Arc of time caught in its hold

Where the feet of man and beast

Leap, lag, dance, north-south, west-east

Count your miracles, my love

Time is such a sacred trove

Hellos-farewells interlace

Overflowing with God’s grace

Happiness, heartache, death-birth

Keens the fathoms of the earth

Arms for hugging, lips for kiss 

Hands to hold and hearts to miss

Dreams to reach and dust to tread,

God beneath and overhead

Bids us sally forth and brave

This which leads us through the grave

Count your miracles, inhale

Every breath, a Holy Grail

Count your miracles, my dear

What we see-smell-taste-touch-hear

Oh, what wonders we will tell

Every day a miracle

© Janet Martin

Stumped when it comes to looking for your own miracles? 

Walt Whitman offers a few suggestions today at YDP.

Of Canvas and Creation

Poetic Bloomings Prompt; day 6. A few challenges today. Because it is Wednesday it is 'form' day. Todays's form is the Triolet.

 Triolet is an 8-line French verse form. Its rhyme scheme is ABaAabAB and all lines are in iambic tetrameter; the first, fourth and seventh lines are identical, as are the second and final lines, thereby making the initial and final couplets identical as well.

Today's prompt challenge: 
Compare a summer something with how it is like something else, and write a poem about it.

Each day is like a piece of art

Soon it will deck the halls of thought

Summer, what beauty you impart

Each day is like a piece of art

A masterpiece of earth and heart

Beneath a Hand of mercy wrought

Each day is like a piece of art

Soon it will deck the halls of thought

© Janet Martin

Of Springboard and Scabbard...

 ...seems this is the season of slamming doors 

or doors left wide open.

Mother’s heart,

A springboard vaulting

Dreamers to the sky

Mother’s prayers

An anchor while her fledglings

Learn to fly

Mother’s arms, a harbor

When their daydreams

Fall apart

Invisible, this world’s

Biggest stronghold,

A mother’s heart

© Janet Martin

A Few Words About Words...

Some words spur us on

Inspire us to live

Each moment

Like a gift,

So glad and kind

Some words drag us down

A millstone ‘round the neck

They choke the joy

From heart and soul

And mind

Would then, the words we speak

Seek to cheer the day

For none of us 

Can know

How many 

We have left

To say

© Janet Martin

 Likewise, the tongue is a small part of the body, but it makes great boasts. 

Consider what a great forest is set on fire by a small spark.

James 3:5

Therefore encourage one another and build each other up, just as in fact you are doing.

1 Thess. 5:11

We never really outgrow songs like this: