I Could Get UsedTo This.....

I could get used to pouring your coffee
Especially on a rainy day
I could get used to drawing the curtains
To keep the morning away
Or in the evening when everyone’s sleeping
And the moon is a pale-silver-blue
I could get used to silently sneaking
Into the foot-hills with you

I could get used to hearing your whispers
Even when you’re far from me
Knowing that anything that really matters
Will return eventually
I could get used to watching the sunset
In your arms at the close of the day
I could get used to this, darling why is it
That somehow life gets in the way?

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Janet Martin

You Really Never Left Me

I could not hold you
You slipped away
The blue-capped moment
Of yesterday
Shimmers in
The morning mist
Upon the field
Where I was kissed
As our faded
Shadows lie
Silent, jaded
‘neath the sky

But you’re still near
I’m never alone
It’s your voice I hear
In the telephone
It’s your lips I see
In every smile
Your memory
Paints every mile
Summer, winter
Spring or fall
You really never
Left at all

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Janet Martin

Truth

Like petals that drift from the apple-tree
Your words return on the wind
Beautiful sentiments spoken to me
Syllables noble and kind

Tell me again the words you said
They are so lovely to hear
Echoing now within my head
Laughing in my ear

“You are so beautiful, the one I adore
Please, lay your head on my chest
I’ve never loved anyone like this before
Darling, you are the best

Words like precious and perfect and fine
I taste them in tiny sips
I long to drink the sweet red wine
Flowing from your lips

But now I reflect on your many words
Alone, when the night wind is still
For darling, your eyes tell me so much more
Than the words from your lips ever will

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Power

You make us do and say
Things….
To the right or left
The pendulum
Swings
Good and evil both
Have no limits
You are the beginning
Of what we do
With it….
We nurture either one
Or the other
One we indulge
While the other
We smother
Thought
You wield a mighty
Sword
We see its yield
In our deeds
And word

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Janet Martin

Cold

The hour creeps
Like ivy o’er the garden wall
The flower sleeps
I leave the light on in the hall
For pitch black
Amplifies the tick of the clock
And I lack
The resistance to turn the lock
To keep
The cold from creeping in
It seeps
Beneath my summer skin
To remind me
A lock can never bar
The door
To where a thousand memories are
And more
As they drift like phantom mist
Across my sea
With sweet and tortured kiss
They cover me

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Janet Martin

Close to Me....

We count in miles
The distance that separates
But I’ve discovered something new
Those miles are really
Quite meaning less
I’m never that far from you
Because if I were
I would not feel you
Like an invisible
Sheet
Wrapped around my shoulders
In the house or on the
Street
I hear your tender laughter
Melt across my silent
Hour
Like a soft and secret love song
Or a perfect purple
Flower
So in spite of asphalt highway
That is measured by a mile
I prefer to miss you my way
In the shadow of your smile
As I reach out to touch you
In a quiet
Memory
I realize that you
Are never
Very far from
Me



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Janet Martin

For Loving You.....

I hate it when I miss you by a minute or a mile
When I just want to kiss you or at least to see your smile
When all I really need is just your whisper in my ear
Your crazy little nothings or your sentiments so dear…..
I hate it when the missing you takes over every part
And I just want to be with you against your beating heart
When midnight is the morning or the noon or end of day
Because when we’re together somehow time just slips away
Oh, I hate it but I love it and there’s nothing I can do
It simply is the consequence my dear, for loving you

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Childless....

Her girl-hood dreams
Dance in her eyes
Someday she will sing
Sweet lullabies
To her own dear babies
Her kisses will smother
Their soft little cheeks
When she is a mother…..

She smiles as she hears
Their innocent chatter
Or wipes imaginary tears
As she asks ‘what’s the matter’
For this is her dream
Like no other
Someday she hopes
To be a mother….

….The light in her eye
Has faded a bit
For the dream has died
That kept the flame lit
I hear a tear
Behind her smile
‘My sister’s children
Are at my house for awhile….’

And she pours out her love
To the girl and the lad
That she would have given
To the children she had
While she held a dream
God planned another
And she never became
Anyone’s mother

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Janet Martin