Too Late #2

Too late to re-speak

A word, once spoken

Too late to un-break

A promise, when broken

Too late to reclaim

From infinite cyber-land

A message of shame

If you have hit ‘send’

Too late to undo

A deed that is done

Or to say ‘I love you’

Or 'I need you'

Or 'I'm sorry'

Or 'thank-you'

After they are gone…

Janet Martin~

Poem-a-day Prompt: too late

Too Late

It's too late
to undo yesterday
but Today
gleams like a beacon
of opportunity
across life's sands

Janet

Today's Prompt; Too late

http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/poetry-prompts/2011-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-18

Cold Gold

The night inhales the billows

That glowered through the day

Tonight they brush earth’s pillow

In whispers silver-gray

But for a little moment

Twixt the daylight and the eve

They parted low-flung shutters

To release a gold-flecked sea

The dull, gray emptiness transformed

As dazzling butterflies

Fell, in a glorious sudden storm

From heaven’s golden eyes

Janet

Yes, those were 'snow mountains' in the sky this morning...

(see earlier post, The Dawning)

for a few brief moments the sun broke through and the snow passed through a bar of light

in a rush of gold...

My Druthers...(a re-post for Thurs. think-tank)

I’druther you were painfully honest with me
And my feelings would sting for a while
Than to walk with you down a fern-lined street
As you lie to me through your smile
I’druther be a little homely
Than a cheap and painted fraud
Who wears a mask to fool people
Forgetting I can never fool God
I’ruther be poor and happy
Learning to be content
Than rich with a pocket of fool’s gold
That brings no joy when it’s spent
I’druther have one friend who is honest
Than a hundred which seem to lack
The ability to be faithful
As they stab me in the back
I’druther have a house full of laughter
With furniture battered and scarred
Than live in a palace that’s silent
With every façade unmarred
I’druther have my arms full of children
Than trophies and accolades
And I like a ten-minute vacation
Beneath the willow’s shade
I’druther drive my ugly mini-van
With a happy family
Than be alone with a perfect tan
In a red Lamborghini
I’druther have a little trouble
Here on my acre of sod
Than live in a perfect bubble
Where I would never need God

Janet~

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.