Heaven-Scent~

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Earth turns glad

As fields and hills

Relinquish dormancy

And springtime's splendid

Verdure spills

Its generosity

In bursting bloom

And perfumed plume

In wild, wind-tossed confusion

The deadened slope

Flaunts fragrant hope

In petal-pink profusion

As hearts embrace

The tender grace

Of floral inspiration

Each budded crease

A master-piece

Of heaven-breathed creation

© Janet Martin

A Wonderful Wonder

When you come to me

Suddenly

From that nowhere place

Of thought and memory

And long-lost embrace

I do not employ

Tears of futility

For what was, is the one thing

That no longer can be

Softly I caress 'now'

With a tender kiss

Living fully, I vow,

In the moment that is…

 

...for the moment that is

I shall cherish tonight

As I bask in the bliss

Of a dream taking flight
Hope is the angel
Bestowing its wings
The present, a threshold
To beautiful things
Each breath, a footfall
To the mystery
In the wonderful wonder
Of what is yet to be

J~

In the Path of Wrath and its Aftermath

 

 The Sky appears unruffled....

Word Wrath...

They spew from nowhere

In un-designated wrath

Leaving grief and destruction

In its aftermath

Words spoken in anger

Cruel and unkind

Are like needless devastation

Of violent wind

© Janet Martin

The gale rages mercilessly

Beneath an innocent sky

I can do nothing but wish it would quit

As I watch the shingles fly

We are in the middle of a violent wind storm…90 -100km/hr. I can’t believe our hydro is still on!

Many are out due to downed trees and hydro-lines!

The sky appears calm and unruffled in spite of the chaos below!

Our thoughts and prayers remain with those suffering in the devastation after violent tornadoes!

Guilty by Reason of Pride

Mere thought of you

Keens sharply

The dew

Reclining against the

sweep of the grass

Where yesterday we

Leaned heavily

On pride

fortifying a foolish impasse

because nothing is solved

by insults hurled

devilishly

against mid-day dark

where bright-eyed daisy

nods, hapless and lazy

its contrast subtle, yet vivid and stark

as now, thought of you

returns, subdued

in the echo of words

better left unspoken

while remorse and regret

weigh every word said

beneath the gavel suspended

above guilt’s token

As I weakly toy with

Thought of pleading the fifth

I scan its offering

Of futile glory

Then I bow my head

Uttering what I should have said

When it all began…

I’m sorry,

I’m sorry

© Janet Martin

Poetic Bloomings....a 'senses' poem

What is It?

It quiets the taunting of wanting

The aching of taking

The rhyme of time

In its ebb and flow

It soothes the pain of the mundane

The tear in our fear

The hurt of the dirt

Which others throw

It comforts the longing of belonging

The strife of this life

The why in good-bye

When we do not understand

It gives and forgives

It proves and reproves

It prevails, never fails

And it makes no demand

It bestows hoping to vain groping

Relief to our grief

Beauty to duty

In life’s wearying race

It makes winners of sinners

And delivers believers

It IS...
God’s infinite love
and mercy
and grace

© Janet Martin
 See what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are! The reason the world does not know us is that it did not know him. Dear friends, now we are children of God, and what we will be has not yet been made known. But we know that when Christ appears, we shall be like him, for we shall see him as he is.  All who have this hope in him purify themselves, just as he is pure.1 John 3: 1-3

Moment-tides

NaPoWriMo picture prompt

Where yesterday’s zephyrs

Flirted on meadows

Teasing the clover and tender wheat

You crowd against veiled

Ephemeral shadows

Of dark and light; waking and sleep

No flagrant wrath

No indifference

Nor riveting contrails, no lambent glow

To mark the path

Of your intent

You come, breath-pause…and then you go

You blur images

Stored in my thought

A river of perpetual flow

Reminding me that

I am caught

In moment-tides of ‘come and go’

Perplexed

Poetics Aside: mixed up poem

the mumble and jumble
of emotion and thought
spar in my being...
to write: or not

misunderstanding
is a double-edged grief
forgiveness and mercy
offer relief

to the jumbling and mumbling
contorted descry
sucking the well
of inspiration dry

hind-sight with its clarity
and perfect vision
offers no sympathy
in my hour of decision

Janet~

Fly...

Poetics Aside Day 15 prompt:
For today’s prompt, use the following five words in your poem: slash, button, mask, strap, and balloon. Use them in any order.

There is no 'easy button' in life
The bog and slash of yester-strife is past
Don't cry

Mask your sorrow with a smile
Strap faith's balloon to hope's trial; cling fast
And fly

There is no ceiling in the sky

Janet~