Friday, October 5, 2018

A Long Poem of Pictures...



“It’s like falling through a poem” I said to myself
As we walked the cobblestone streets of Old Quebec...


…to the clippety-clop of horses hooves

 But this is not your average poem; 
it moves...
Adding places...

And people

 Colorful clapboard cottages

A church steeple

 Lighthouses

 Cruise ships

 Shops

 Harbours
 Piers

and homesteads...
 ....reminiscent 

 of yester-years


 Cloud capped coves...

 Beaches and bays

Farmland 
 Fishing boats

Flower fields


Quays
Villages, 
 Vistas with Vineyard and tree 
And ever the rolling, 
 riveting 

 rhythm

 Of the vast, blue sea

© Janet Martin

Of Yielded Yes'm (except when it comes to skunks!!)


It's The Week-end Canadians celebrate Thanks-living!
  I wrote this before walking outside...
 I am struggling with Thanks-living right now...
(in one area of life)
In fact, I'm quite livid!.
We have a skunk destroying our lawn as he digs for grubs!!!
Last night he went berserk or invited all his buddies for a grub-fest😡


on that note, here's the poem I wrote before I got so cross😏

When we have yielded all we have
And hope for, as we pray
Then we will gain God's peace to brave
Whatever comes our way

For when we humbly recognize
He grants all we hold dear
Then Unknown cannot paralyze
Time’s passengers with fear

When we with sincere gratitude
Revere the Hand that lends
Then love will shape our attitude
No matter what life sends

© Janet Martin




Thursday, October 4, 2018

Friend to Friend...Happy Birthday, Sasha!


I'd bake a cake 
that we could share
Over a cup of tea
But,
I am here 
and you are there
So,
How 'bout poetry?

Happy Birthday, Sasha 💞  
(click link to check out her blog-posts where she shares
art, poetry and links to articles about writing etc.)

Thanks to the internet
and poetry we 'met'
 years ago
making possible some of these best words
we will ever know...
What pleasure it is to be able to send
Happy Birthday Wishes
 'to an old friend' 😀

I can't have tea with you but I can treat you to a few pics of Rita McNeil's Tea-Room in Nova Scotia!






It wakes within the human heart
The artwork of a smile
And makes us glad to be a part
Of this life for a while
Where often want and worry jars
The wishbones that we clutch
Where light of day soon turns to stars
Beneath the Painter’s touch

It writes a melody of hope
On bars of common ground
Its music often helps us cope
And keeps the spirit sound
And be its body far or near
No mere geography
Can thwart the art of it, my dear
Or what it means to me

It cheers us on where dusk to dawn
To dusk spins moment-thread
Into a place we look upon
But nevermore can tread
Yet dread is no defeater, no,
As pictures bind and wend
Time makes joy ever sweeter, oh,
In love of friend to friend

True beauty runs far deeper, love
Than the meter of gaze
And time is no Grim Reaper of
The harvest of spent days
If we have known the happiness
That makes worth all the rest
Found in the love of friend to friend
Then we have known life’s best


© Janet Martin


Wednesday, October 3, 2018

Daybreak Along the 401

Wrote this the first morning while driving...
actually, passenger-ing down the highway sipping coffee!
...although a freeway wake-up is many people's 'normal' 
it was quite a novelty to this rural-rooted 'girl'😀



Goldenrod soft kissed with mist
Freeway glazed with gold
Worship stirred by nature’s vist-
A rushing through time’s mold

Sumac lit by autumn’s torch
Rending greenwood haze
Rousing from thought’s heart-shaped porch
Wonder filled with praise

Heaven spills to earthy bars
Lights the lambent lea
Highlights pastel petal-stars
With God’s majesty

Diamond-studded dust of days
Gains another gem
Ruby set in golds and grays
Mercy’s diadem

Ditches brushed with silver sage
Traffic rushes by
On a grand four-season stage
Hinging earth to sky

Tree-tops glisten with the gilt
Of sun spilt to leaves
And wheels of gossamer silk
Spider-artist weaves

Asphalt ribbon carved through shale
Curve-cupped crooks and nooks
Mural of hill, stream and vale
Captures second looks

Salmon-tinted rock-juts, oh
Tail-light garnet dims
Cup of coffee savoured, slow
Where a new day brims

© Janet Martin