Willow-song

Will there ever be a song again
As the tune that drifts to me….
The gentle sigh of a summer wind
Stirring the willow tree
Still I can hear her trembling notes
Trickle across the years
Upon the wave of time it floats
A cadence in my ears

On an evening such as this
I’d wander if I could
Back again to faded bliss
And summer in the woods
There beneath her lofty limbs
I’d pause a little while
To hear again sweet nature’s hymns
And feel the willow smile

Oh, won’t you take a trip with me
And fly on phantom wings
To lie beneath the willow tree
And listen as she sings
The shiver of enchanted sighs
A bed of rippled jade
A canopy of star-lit skies
And music heaven-made

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Janet Martin

You and Me

The water is calm tonight
And the sand is silky white
The stars wink in the mirrored sea
And there’s no one here but you and me

There’s sadness in the moon
Like notes of a long-lost tune
Drifting ‘cross the moaning sea
And there’s no one here but you and me

The distant northern shore
Will call my name no more
In your arms I’ll always be
When there’s no one here but you and me

My dreams of long ago
Melt in the moon-blanched glow
There’s no place else I’d rather be
When there’s no one here but you and me

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All Over Again

All I can see ‘gainst the western sky
Is the silhouette of you, waving good-bye
All I can hear on the sigh of the breeze
Is your last soft whisper and good-bye kiss
And just as I think I’ve come past the pain
It’s there like the first day, all over again

There’s a new moon hanging in velvet blue
I can’t seem to look, it reminds me of you
There’s the hill where we used to sit
And watch the twilight creep in bit by bit
I close my eyes but it's all in vain
You're there as I miss you all over again

All I can see ‘gainst the western sky
Is the silhouette of you, waving good-bye
And every horizon is facing west
No matter which way I turn, there it is
Tomorrow’s another day, the forecast is rain
With a chance of starting all over again

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Janet Martin

It's cool and rainy...
the perfect weather to
indulge in 'the blues.:):)

How Was I to Know?

How was I to know
That a simple ‘hello’
Can be a subtle thief ……
How was I to know
That the color blue
Is ecstasy and grief
How was I to know
When you said hello
The galaxies re-arranged
And a single word
Most commonly heard
Would leave me forever changed

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Bedtime Story

The wind whispers across the sky
The clouds laugh on the breeze
There’s an enchanted lullaby
Murmuring through the trees
The palette of an artists dream
Glows in western glory
But none of this is heard or seen
When its time for a bedtime story

As a purple curtain draws across
The crimson, red and gold
As a dazzling splash of silver stars
Replaces daylight bold
Within this soft and muted blush
There is a quiet glory
A pleasant calm, a tender hush
When its time for a bedtime story

We fly beyond the present world
Far across the sea
With kings and knights, or boys and girls
In truth and fantasy
Night, pin down your purple veil
Around this hour of glory
For a mother’s arms will always fill
When it’s time for a bedtime story

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Janet Martin

A Very Fine Art

I wish I could reach out to touch you today
But wishes are like clouds, too far away
And I’ve become master of a very fine art
Indulging the company of a lonely heart
I’ll side-step the sorrows I’ve chosen to ignore
And dance with the echo of waves on a shore
In the breathless hush of an opaque sky
As the soft wind croons a lullaby
I’ll touch you with words I share with few
Words like ‘darling’ and ‘I love you’

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How Can I Say Good-bye?

How do I say good-bye to you?
The boy I’ve loved his whole life through
I watched you take your first small step
Held your hand with gentle grip
I dried your tears and wiped your nose
Calmed your fears and washed your clothes
Now you hold me and say you’re fine
How do I say good-bye to this son of mine?

It’s my job to tell you everything is alright
But you’re telling me as I hold you tight
And I want to be strong enough to let you go
But I want to hold on for a lifetime or two
I hear echoes of bed-time stories and prayers
The music of little feet dashing upstairs
How can I kiss this face of tan?
A boy about to become a man

I know I am holding for the very last time
This darling precious boy of mine
For war steals innocence away
And a man will return where a boy stands today
So let me whisper in your ear
My solemn everlasting prayer
God, hold onto him as I let him go
For just as I, You love him too

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Janet Martin

There are certain pictures
that are simply beyond words.
I saw such a picture
this past week-end.
This is a pathetic attempt
at capturing the picture
with words:)

Straight to my Heart

When I read words I love
They go straight to my heart
A deliciously, sweet
Wrenching
Painful in the best of ways
They kindly tear me apart
I read them again
Slowly tasting them
Quenching my thirst
As I drink deeply
From its nectar
Balancing all the flavors
On my tongue
Life-giving blood
In beautifully
Arranged letters
And words
Called poetry

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Janet Martin

Inspired minutes ago as
I read such a poem :)