No Time Like The Present (#2)

 

Pad Challenge Day 14:  For today’s prompt, pick a popular saying and make that the title of your poem; then, write your poem.

No time like Present, love

Dawn draws its wraps away

Where we like children hug and tug

Gossamer gold and gray

To find within its folds

What no one holds for long

For renaissance is soon ensconced

In haunts of yester-song

The bower of new day

Soon spills its flower where

The hour of its live-laugh-love

Lilts on the stilly air

© Janet Martin

No Time Like The Present

Pad Challenge Day 14:  For today’s prompt, pick a popular saying and make that the title of your poem; then, write your poem.

Today is Good Friday...the Day we remember Jesus' death on the cross as a once-for-all sacrifice for sin, so that through His gift we may pass into life everlasting from this place of days...

(in memory of one of our fellow-poets who crossed that line this week.
Rest in peace, Andrea Heiburg)

An awe-evoking chill

That line we cannot see

Yet all will cross as heartbeats still

Into eternity

Ah, Death, that sure repose

Hinged to the breath of We

Where time is like a tide that flows

Into eternity

No turning back from Thence

To grasp mortality

After Death’s last deliverance

Into eternity

Time’s Presence verifies

What eyes cannot full-see

A foot-path from earth, seas and skies

Into eternity

Tell me, my dear, hast thou

Prepared for what will be

When we slip from life’s here and now

Into eternity?

An awe-evoking gift

This place where grace is free

Yet ever we approach its shift

Into eternity

 

©Janet Martin

Sometimes My Heart Is A Squishy Fish

This little heart-melter is the light of our lives:)

Sometimes my heart is a squishy fish

Sometimes a delicate rose

Sometimes it feels like a shield of steel

To ward off enemy blows

Sometimes my heart is a lion, wild

Sometimes a docile dove

But always my heart is a little child

Hungry for a little more love

© Janet Martin

Family-so-Fair

PAD Challenge day 13: For today’s prompt, write a family poem.

It is not always fancy; life's fond family-so-fair

That teaches us to love in ways that no one can prepare

So, ‘Bless this mess of happiness and hurt, oh Lord, we pray

Where we are ever learning something new about love’s way

…how holding on is always the prelude to letting go

As every mom-dad heart is stirred by how fast babies grow

Where there is nothing we can do to slow the hasting years

But treasure what seems common ere its measure disappears

…of laundry-laden lines, of clutter-clatter, hug and scold

Of patience tried and laughter cried while to-do lists spin gold

Of realizing far too late how far too soon we stare

To places empty save for memories that linger there

How fleeting is the heaven of sweet childhood’s innocence

How ever-after ring the echoes of Reminiscence

As, all we learn for certain as we work-play-pray-sleep-plan

Is, family is a blessing we should cherish while we can

© Janet Martin

penned this in snatches between much Thursday to-doing:)