Maybe Then...

Maybe someday, in an obscure, out-of-place

Something will remind you about her

And something deep inside you

Will reach out to touch her face

As you recall the moments that once were

Maybe some night, you will wake beside her

And in a crazy dream she’ll reappear

And for awhile you’ll dance

And for a while remember

And maybe in your sleep you’ll shed a tear

Maybe someday, in the corner of your mind

You’ll stumble o’er a sudden memory

Maybe then you’ll think of her

And maybe then you’ll smile

And wonder for a moment …about me

Janet Martin

Cause and Effect

Drop a stone into the wave
And you will have a sea
Drop a seed into its grave
And you will have a tree

Speak a word; how brief its stage
A breath and it is gone
Write a word upon a page
And it lives on and on

Shout your anger to the air
And beat the silent sod
Or fold your sorrow in a prayer
And give it up to God

Janet Martin

The Dawning

He breathes a subtle softening

In shades of chartreuse-gray

It stirs pink thoughts of morning

On sky-lines far away

The clouds like billowed mountains

Cannot hold back the day

The dark is but a season

Beyond its somber shield

Lies heaven’s perfect reason

Like dawn; its light concealed

Until He parts the curtain

And His glory is revealed

Janet Martin

Worship the LORD in the splendor of his holiness; tremble before him, all the earth. Psalm 96:9

Today's PAD prompt: something revealed

This morning the clouds gave the impression of massive

blue mountains on the skyline, as the sun climbed above their gleaming peaks.

Precious Revelation

You

The butterfly in November’s purple air

The envelope in which I send

My deeply uttered prayer

You

The tangent proof of this life’s hope and grace

The sparkle in my teardrop,

The laugh-line on my face

You,

A perfect storm dismantling my living-room

The bud that holds the flower

The rose about to bloom

You,

The golden sunbeam on an autumn-dappled field

The God of love and mercy

In a child revealed

Janet~

God, in a beautiful flurry of spills, finger-prints, sticky kisses,

toy messes, 'I forgot's', warm bed-time hugs, I love you's...

Today's prompt: something revealed.

A Mystery (re-post)

Who can explain love?
This thing we give and give
Yet can never give too much of
Or get enough…..

It is not a mere emotion
For emotions rise and fall
While love serves with devotion
Standing faithful through it all

Who can explain this four-letter word?
Leaving us most intensely stirred
Evoking within us life’s greatest pleasure
And deepest pain
Yet, it seems we love without measure
And it is impossible to love in vain
Though we may love and lose….
We love again

There is none so rich that he does not need it
And none so poor that he cannot have it
Love’s stores are never depleted
Yet useless if we try to save it

In love we hold, kiss and embrace
In love we let go as tears cover our face
In love we leap, in love we fly
In love we live, in love we die

Who can explain love?
This many-splendored desire
Mild as a cooing dove
Wild as a raging fire
Solid as a rock in the ocean
Yet soft as the mist on the sea
Is there any who can explain it?
This splendid mystery

Janet~

Yesterday's poem-a-day prompt was love...
I like love:) this is today's love to you from me~

They Call Him Joe...

They call him Joe
Joe the janitor, actually
That guy behind the broom or mop
The hand picking up
Stray wrappers and paper cups
That’s Joe.
His shoulder’s once broad and alert
Are stooped
Like his heart,
His hair; silver-gray
Life’s finer art,
He walks a little slower now
Than he did yesterday
And the children dash on by
Joe, he watches and smiles a little
With a tear in his eye
Joe, pushing a mop
That will not clean up the pieces
Of a memory
Or a broken heart
Because when Henrietta lied,
And left with his babies
The Joe of yester-years
Died.

Janet Martin

Once Upon a Perfect Day

Once upon a perfect day

No one will say good-bye

Or stand in a soup-kitchen line

With hollow, hungry eye

No one will fill their greedy lips

With bread torn from the poor

Then cuss because their padded hips

Were once size twenty-four

Upon this perfect day our hands

Will give instead of take

Duty will ease its stoic demands

For picnics by the lake

Laughter will travel on each breeze

On every mouth, a smile

As we stroll through the hour with ease

And walk a second mile

No one will kiss another’s love

Or steal a child’s first bloom

Each lonely child will have a hug

And somewhere to call home

We all will take the time to pray

No one will fight or yell

And all our pain will melt away

And all the sick be well

Once upon a perfect day

Sweet peace will deck this sod

As bombs and guns are put away

With faces turned to God

Then bitterness will be subdued

And hate vanish away

As hearts o’er-flow with gratitude

Upon this perfect day

Janet Martin~


Today's prompt; Once upon a...

Rain-song

I hear the rain fall softly on the morn where once we lay
It rouses up the scent of dust; of corn and fresh-mown hay
And how the twilight comes too soon with misty lullabies
Drawing its body o’er the moon with dark and down-cast eyes

How much it seems like you are here; and oh how we would dance
Into your arms I fall, my dear and melt into your glance
As you, with lips against my hair, our heart-beats intertwine
We toss misgivings to the air; drunk on love’s fuller wine

Hold me closer, darling; take me out into the rain
If I must leave by morning, I will not have loved in vain
Truth and fact loom broad and bold against the thinning dark
And I begin to feel the cold in midnight’s waning spark

I hear the rain fall softly on the morn where once we lay
Its notes a tender love song washing fallow, dull and gray
And how it seems that you are here, somewhere in the same rain
I hold you closer to me, dear, I have not loved in vain

Time’s wink may swallow up the hour and present soon is done
With you I dance upon the flower; and fly into the sun
Tilt back your head my darling, drink the nectar from the sky
We’ll always love each other and we’ll never say good-bye

The raindrop skims the rooftops and the field where we would dance
It sparkles on my memory and quivers in my glance
The silver tears of midnight weep upon earth’s polished floor
I hear the distant billows sweep a cold and empty shore

If life’s a dance, my darling, then the rain must be its song
Before the night is morning someone else’s love is gone
I’ll hold you closer to me, kiss the teardrop in your eye
Somewhere the sun is shining and we’ll never say good-bye


Janet Martin