Wednesday, November 14, 2018

Mighty Metamorphosis or Torch-bearer


 I have a little book entitled Passages of Kindness; 
This quote is on the back cover ...


 A kind word is a treasure we can all afford


The kind word that you said to me
Shaped today’s gray into a smile
So I could brighten up and be
The light to someone else’s mile
And they in turn took heart and held
The hand of someone down and out
Where torch-and-burden-bearers meld
Into what love is all about

© Janet Martin


A Bitty-Ditty on 'Do Not Quitty'




(Above excerpt from Uncle Tom's Cabin)


Oh, take your place and fill its space
With all you have to give
Because to all alike, one life
Is all we have to live

So do not shirk its common work
Or want and wish in vain
Because to all the same, each frame
Will never pass again

…then do not quit; the sum of it
Much more than we can see
For how we choose to use each day
Becomes our legacy

© Janet Martin


Humbly Glad For The Love I've Had...



 Sometimes I play this song to others,
Sometimes I play it to myself😏



I have been loved
What can I say?
In spite of my failures and fumbles
And stumbles and grumbles
And glaring flaws
I’m loved anyway

So, I’ll be humbly glad
For the love I’ve had…

While my track-record
Of foibles grows fat
And I’m middle-age
And likely won’t change
I’ve been hated
For far less than that

© Janet Martin

Poem-pangs...

PAD Challenge 14; For today’s prompt, write a hungry poem. 





Impossible to satisfy the wish and whim of you
A catch-your-breath soliloquy of season’s flight, the flue
Fused to a furnace deep within where poet’s hunger burns
The fire of desire fueled by Time’s No Returns

Impossible to satisfy the want and need of you
Where what is penned is not the end but the threshold of New
Where every hour kindles from the embers of its flare
Fresh flame that leaps toward a storehouse heaped upon the air

Impossible to satisfy the ways and means of you
To write is but to soothe the wounds where brooding whispers woo
And wonder runs its thunder through the belly of a sigh
To trigger the awareness of a poem slipping by

Impossible to satisfy the urge and angst of you
No Magnum Opus stills the tempest sparked by twilight blue
Where earth's extravagant buffet is spread 'neath star-glossed height
To tease and please the poet’s insatiable appetite

© Janet Martin