Thursday, April 19, 2012
Echo
Poetics Aside Prompt:
For today’s prompt, write a life event poem. By life event poem, I mean a poem that takes place at or describes a life event, such as a wedding, birth, death, graduation, etc. There are so many possibilities.
We buried her today
Beneath skies dull and gray
But dirt can never seal away
The echo of her laughter
Dirt holds her lifeless shell
For she has bid farewell
But it can never quell
The echo of her laughter
Oft in the tears I weep
I smile in spite of grief
For I will ever keep
The echo of her laughter
© Janet Martin
Don't you find that?
whether Time or Death has stolen away a loved one...
isn't that what lingers?
the echo of their laughter...
J~
I Love the Way...
I love the way You breathe upon
The skyline in the dark
And gently soften heaven’s gown
To fade out heaven’s spark
You veil with mist the mountain crest
The valley, field and sea
The moon, a wafer in the west
Slips to obscurity
I love the way the sunlight pools
In yellow on the slope
As Time unravels from its spools
Translucent threads of hope
And we commence, with lightened step
Upon the road un-taken
With humble whisper on our lips
For seeds of faith unshaken
I love the way the dew and rain
Pearls on the musky flower
The scent of morning on the lane
After a midnight shower
I love the mercy You portray
To mankind’s fumbling story
As you unveil another day
In all its pristine glory
© Janet Martin
Unforsaken...
I’ll wait, my dear
The time, the tear
Are temporal in their torment
The purpose sought
Within my thought
Is worth each drawn-out moment
Love has no clock
No tick or tock
And all who’ve held its measure
Have come to know
The ebb and flow
Of both its pain and pleasure
For love is not
For faint of thought
Its bulwark is not shaken
With dark despair
Love hopes, with prayer
Its promise un-forsaken
© J~
Completely...
When we stood on the shore
Looking out to sea
Were we thinking ahead?
Or to what used to be?
Or did we simply exist
In the moment; completely?
There is no pleasure
Greater than this
Than to be fulfilled
Within life's soft kiss
As we exist completely
In the moment that is
Janet~
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Time's Grand Door
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The dawn unfolds with buoyant tune
But now its trill reposes
With vesture of late afternoon
Upon a door that closes
Across what never more will be
Nor threatens its returning
Of this days joy or misery
Its pleasure or its yearning
A wisp of thought expands, a sea
Retreating to the reaches
Of mystery and history
Of love and what it teaches
Of how our moments in the sun
Or perhaps in the shadow
Must be relinquished; one by one
To past’s vespertine meadows
The clock upon Time’s fated wall
Someday will cease its order
And every man, both great and small
Must cross earth’s transient border
But on life’s little avenue
And for a little season
We bear our little grief or two
And do not ask God’s reason
The Dawn awaits, its buoyant tune
With ballad unrecorded
Whispers beyond the sallow moon
In versicle un-worded
With humble plea and gratitude
We gather thorns and roses
For years are swift and hours few
Before Time’s grand Door closes
© Janet Martin
A Tri-fall for my friend, Viv...Word Vertigo
Poetic Bloomings asks us to write a Tri-fall.
The Tri-fall, created by Jan Turner, consists of three 6-line stanzas, for a total of 18 lines. The rhyme scheme per stanza is a,b,c,a,b,c. The syllable count for each stanza is 6/3/8/6/3/8. This form has no specific meter, requires little-to-no punctuation, and may be written on any subject matter.
I have my best money
on the bet
that you will return soon because
words have a way, honey
they won't let
us rest without justified cause
What seems vapid tonight
or too dull
may regain charm beneath fresh eyes
wait until morning light
when wakeful
thought rages, rampant with surprise
Such is the poet’s curse
Or blessing
Victims are we of vexing Muse
Keened to sudden whispers
Caressing
The silence where we wept the blues
Gardening Haiku
Digging and dreaming,
Peas, beans, squash, greens, tomatoes
Perfect spring garden
Weeding and hoeing
Pruning, staking, gathering
Summer sweat-drops pour
Rustling after-math
Trial and error complete
Autumn’s garden sighs
Pure, pristine canvas
Buried dreams begin to nudge
Winter’s garden sleeps
Digging and dreaming,
Peas, beans, squash, greens, tomatoes
Perfect spring garden…
© Janet Martin~
Yes, that’s pretty much it!
Yet, it is the best therapy I know!
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