Invisible Strength

This morning thought is heavy

And I don’t know what to say

So instead

I bow my head

And pray

And pray

And pray…

…and in this place of quiet

Where I don’t know what to say

I feel the whisper of One greater

Ease my heaviness away

© Janet Martin

Do you Believe...in luck?

She had to admit
this one had her stuck
she's not paraskevidekatriaphobic
she just doesn't believe in 'luck'

***

Finally she worked up the nerve to call...
Buying the biggest ficus tree she could find
she carried it up two flights of stairs
to your apartment.
The lady across the hall called 'hey'
Don't you know? He moved...
Yesterday.

***
Jack-pot...not

We all waited
Breath baited
This was the moment
It was all about!
The winner is...
Lights flicker and fizz...
and just like that
the power went out

***

There's no hope in a rabbit's foot
or in number sevens
and there's no such thing as luck...
I looked down as I spoke
Wishing I wasn't broke...
...hey, look, I found a buck!

***

Lucky for you
I have a bad memory

***

I remember too late
what I forget...
Now, I wish I could forget
What I hate to remember...

***

The money tree
in our back-yard
musta' got frost-bitten
and bitten hard

***

For better of worse
Be it blessed or cursed
For the rest of your life
I am your wife

If it weren't for bad luck
We'd have no luck, you say
Well babe, I plan to make you
the happiest unlucky man today

***

Janet~

Poetics Aside Prompt: unlucky...

Something about The Quiet

Something about the quiet

As tomorrow becomes today

Aches in the touch

Of thought and such

As moments slip away

…and in its ephemeral being

The warmth of you lingers near

As somewhere in my mind

Joy and sorrow align

In nothing but the hint of a tear

Something about the quiet

Of dark pouring to emptiness

Stirs in my thought

Things better forgot

But taunt now in sudden caress

…as today slips into history

And present disappears round its bend

I feel the embrace

Of a tear I can’t trace

The quiet tonight is my friend

© Janet Martin

Something about that Box...

Something about that box

Of mortar and wood

…of lights beckoning

Warm

Makes me feel understood

And welcome

And though I quite delight

In the still of this night

And being wrapped in blue

I am drawn

To that box

Of mortar and wood

Because inside that box

Life is good

So as I come

And gaze for a moment

At its humble form

I thank the One

Who gives us glimpses

Of heaven

In boxes of mortar and wood

Called…

… Home

© Janet Martin

Poetics aside Prompt: Something...

Something...edited re-post

Something tells me not everything
Is quite as it appears
Something in me is whispering
From outer atmosphere
And I can feel something stirring the air
Intangible mystery
Something is always waiting somewhere
I wonder what it could be

Something is urging me to arise
As daylight creeps over the brink
Something brushes the star-dusted skies
With whispers of coral and pink
Something quivers deep in my soul
Surging as waves on the sea
Something over which I have no control
I wonder what it could be

Something inspires me to get up
and welcome another day
Something replenishes my empty cup
While night hours meter away
Something draws me from yesterday’s pain
To welcome this measure of sod
Something beckons me to do it again
Something…or Someone…maybe God?

© Janet Martin

Something Good from the Something not so Good...

Don’t count your mistakes…

…count your life-lessons

Don’t count your failures…

…count your stepping-stones

Don’t count your regrets…

…count your moments of grace

Don’t count your misgivings…

…count your opportunities to forgive

…and don’t count them as nothing…

…count them as jewels

In a crown of wisdom

© Janet Martin

Poetics Aside prompt: Something...

Something...because of Faith

When we fold our hands

Close our eyes

Whispering thought to the still of the air

It would be nothing

But for faith

And faith turns our whispers into prayer…

© Janet Martin

Something about Gardening

There’s something about

Fresh garden-dirt between my toes

That stirs images of lush

Pristine and perfect rows

There’s something about

Fresh garden dirt between my toes

That washes the mind

Of former gardening woes

There’s something about

Fresh garden-dirt between my hands

That makes me feel

Like a dreamer of youth again

© Janet Martin

Poetics Aside Prompt: Something...

Something about the Silence

 Poetics Aside Prompt: Something...

Something about the silence

After you said goodbye

Expanded my perception

Of days gone by

And of appreciation

Something about waiting

For your return

Gives me the impression

I have a lot to learn

Of patience

Something about the emptiness

Where you used to be

Gives me a vague glimpse

Of eternity

And love

J~

Something about His Hands...

Poetics Aside Prompt: something-blank( you fill it in)

There’s something about the way

He tugs the sun to the day

Dissolving the barrier twixt twilight and dawn

And how each blade of grass

Gleams like frosted glass

A sea of diamonds on the front-yard lawn

And how the breath of God

As it warms the bud

Clothes the stark and barren lands

With vesture so fine

Beyond human mind

This makes me believe, we are in good hands

There’s something about seeds

The hope for man’s needs

Knowing when to stir while asleep in the earth

I marvel in thought

At how nature is taught

And yet, within man He placed greater worth

If we would obey

As easily as they

Life would be spared of many an ill

But He imbued in mankind

Something called a mind

And with it the blessed curse of free will

There’s something about spring

It makes the heart sing

As hope and renewal swell in emerald waves

There’s something about dawn

That urges us on

In spite of the dreams we relinquish to graves

There’s something about the way

Night is swallowed by day

Over and over and over again

That speaks of God’s love

And His mercy for us

And the assurance that we are in good Hands

© Janet Martin