Age-old Wonder

Love; a lot more than a verb

Robs pride of composure

Fully told, it has no words!

Breath-by-breath disclosure

This poem was inspired by a young mom, who on her son's first birthday wrote,

'we love you more every minute'

Oh, isn't this the glorious thing about love?!

I'm an older mom learning...

there is still always something new to discover about love!

Everyone has their own favourite love songs...here are a few of mine:)

Love is never at a standstill

Like a sea its breakers roll

Obscure ocean of emotion

Roars through harbours of the soul

Love is not for bored bystanders

Searching for serenity

Storm of fulfillment and hunger’s

Startling synchronicity

Never quite enough to utter

‘I have all the love I need’

From a fount of mystic measure

Holy hope and heartache bleed

We should be kind to each other

Partakers of common thirst

For we are all sister, brother

Through the One who loved us first

Love, such wonder to discover

Old as Time, yet good as new

Always surprising newcomers

With its wink-blush-kissy-coo

Ah, the longer that I love you

I find fresh depths to explore

For the longer that I love you

Love, I love you more and more

© Janet Martin

Dusk-Getaway...

After the last kiddos were gone I had a mini-getaway on the deck

where dusk was tucking the day with a soft pink-gray shawl...

 

Let me linger for a little

With my face glued to the sky

Daylight is a silver circle

Soon soft-kissed with lullaby

Take me where the blue air deepens

Until the world disappears

In a sea scattered with sequins

And the throb of yester-years

Darling, let’s forget to hurry

Take a twilit holiday

Where bare fields and trees turn blurry

Then soft, softly fade away

© Janet Martin

Warning...Heart-storm Ahead

 A few of my "I love you' whisperers and best-hug givers. They are worth every weary bone/head!

In every shape and size they catch our hearts and eyes with grins

Our staunchest plans capsized by cutie-pies with dimpled chins

Red-head, brunette, blonde, curly, wave or sleek and jet-black-smooth

They proudly flaunt their trophies of fresh scratch or wiggly tooth

Their arms, thin-gangly, chubby-soft, so warm and full of hugs

This world boasts nothing nicer than its darling snuggle-bugs

The music of their laughter is life’s sweetest song by far

They teach us how to reach, dare-dream, to catch a falling star

How lonely life and love would be without small hands to clutch

How clean and quiet all its rooms; no teddy-bears and such

And who would tug our old heart-strings and change our points of view

If all we had to look at or discuss was me and you

They turn heart-corners inside out and melt stiff-starched routine

They pitter-patter ‘cross a floor where once silence had been

Innocence in its purest form; heart-storms are made of this

A tear to gently shush away and rose-pink cheeks to kiss

Some dream of far-off lands or silver sands that stretch for miles

Give me a child upon my knee, the sunshine of their smiles

For I have yet to find anything as fine and perfect, oh

As childish whispers on my face that say ‘I love you so’

© Janet Martin

Laughter really is the best medicine…here are a few doses I enjoyed today

To me as I was ‘fretting’ over a craft we were assembling;

Don’t worry, she reassured me, at our house we only worry about things that matter…

Little boy frustrated with two little girls dancing about; okay you guys, that’s NOT very cow-ish, now start acting like cows!!(they were supposed to be pretending they were cows;-)

Little boy to me washing dishes; Janet, where’s your dish washer? I point to myself and say ‘here’. He pauses for a moment then throws his head back, filling the kitchen with sparkling laughter ;-)

 and from a mom as she overheard her little ones discussing the do's and don'ts before they arrived 'because we're going to Janet's house and Janet has rules!!!'

Of Steadfast Struggle...(to survive)

We, set amongst a bower of hours that stilly slip

Through buds that spill to flower, like laughter upon the lip

Where Winter, like an uncle tweaking cherry cheeks and nose

Is soon wooed by a maiden laden with lilac and rose

Where like a stream, Time slides between tried trees that line its brink

And dreams, like paper boats float on its silver gleam, then sink

Where Time enough is not enough to learn the ways of Love

How all we give and get is nice and yet, not quite enough

Where woods are like a temple, all by one true God designed

And worshippers assemble on moss-pews, views vine-entwined

… the preacher is a whisper of the wind in lofty tress

Where creature comes to reckon, without God, sad emptiness

Where, Time unfurls fresh offers in blush banners on the east

And earth unchains its coffers in an awesome beauty-feast

Where in and out of season we don work-shoes day-to-day

Not as a curse but to keep hunger’s howling hounds at bay

Where we, in this together; rich with poor and young with old

Are tethered to a Myst’ry flesh and blood cannot behold

Where what remains to be seen sometimes steals our utter breath

Where time is but a prelude to a place succeeding Death

Here we are, shod with daily struggle to survive Time’s stead

Of tuning rebel-will to God’s and filling mouth with bread

© Janet Martin