Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog

Thursday, February 2, 2012

A Child's Visage

Her mouth is full of yes and yes

Her day, a dreamer’s vast canvas

Her eye, not predisposed to doom

Her mind, a grand enchanted room

Failure has not snuffed fantasy

nor dulled the gleam; Melancholy

has never pressed her spirit down

She is a butter-fly, wind-blown

…and shadows melt beneath her dance

Life is a ball-room, breath a chance

and hope, a diamond in her smile

How sweet it is to be a child

Oft midst life’s turbulent melee`

their laughter sets our spirits free

wakening the courage in our core

to free our inner child once more

Janet~

I was inspired by watching my daughter as she waited for the bus.

http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2012/02/think-tank-thursday.html

Dark, Strong and Beautiful

Ivan Shishkin

They are dark and strong and beautiful

If you look closely you will see

Jagged lines etched into the bark

The hand of time must have its way

I need to be there, now more than ever

Inhaling the scent of ivory spring and aqua-velva

The rush of the wind has not changed its song

Longing and need as keen now as then

The headiness of youth lies in the musky underbrush

But I prefer the passion of maturity and experience

A sapling cannot be impatient and youth cannot have it all

A branch snaps beneath our feet; your arms encircle me

They are dark and strong and beautiful

If I look closely I will see

The jagged lines etched into your bark

Time stops; it cannot always have its way

Janet~

Margo Roby's Prompt; A place

https://margoroby.wordpress.com/2012/01/31/into-place-tuesday-tryouts/

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Dark Winter Night

Not one star ventures out tonight

To grace its black lapel

The silence is a mantle; white

Its breath a low, drawn knell

The moon retreats to chambers veiled

Or closes its lone eye

No silhouette of pine impaled

Against the heavy sky

Birch skeletons flaunt ivory arms
Boldly against the deep
But there are none to see her charms
The whole world lies asleep

Tonight the Muse has lost her spark

She has no words to say

Methinks perhaps it is too dark

And she has lost her way

Janet~

Beyond this Battle

Hold our hands, we cannot see

Beyond the steps we take

God, be our steadfast surety

For You make no mistake

And oh, we are so prone to stray

As pastures beckon, come

Be our Captain through the fray

Guide this battalion home

The unknown is a gaping void

Of misery and fear

Hope would swiftly be destroyed

Without Your Presence near

But as we feel Your tender touch

Sustaining faithfully

We do not need to fear so much

The things we cannot see

The fight is not forever Lord

The hour is at hand

When we will leave our temporal swords

In plough-shares made of sand

Oh God, it seems we see You etched

Against the setting sun

Into the trenches, arms out-stretched,

We hear You calling come

…and so we press toward Your arms

The battle is not done

This world with all its empty charms

Is but the stepping-stone

A plot of dirt on which we stand

Reaching in humble trust

To hold Your gracious out-stretched hand

Your glory to our dust…

The victory banner waves on high
Beyond this tear-stained plight
Hold our hands and be our Guide
Within the thickest fight
Through enemy lines we will forge
The battle is not long
Hold our hands and lead us, Lord
Oh, keep your warriors strong

Janet Martin

I saw the movie War Horse last night.

The final scene touched me immensely...

A picture of weary, wounded warriors coming home.