Gain

When the blanks that we call ‘tomorrow’

Have been filled in with the past

When its allotment of joy and sorrow

Are nothing but dim shadows cast

When wisdom has offered her virtue

And proven in us who we were

…a student of world-class knowledge

Or a scholar bound for higher shores

…when the temporal treasure we gather

Returns to its birthplace of dust

Because nothing in this world is worthy

To be transported with us

When we exhale our parting

And exit this transient plain

Will we know that we are not dying

As Heaven becomes our gain?

© Janet Martin

Spring Symphony

Allegro of sunbeam dapples the slope

Where winter has gentled its stance

The gale now softens her harsh calliope

As nature responds to its glance

Warm, eager fingertips strum rigid spires

Rousing the bud from its sleep

As umber fallow surges with desire

Embraced in a dark, restless deep

Subtle adagio breathes on the sod

Earth trembles as its naked shell

Responds to the Maestro, Creator, God

For no man His music can quell

And into the crypt of buried decay

Heaven’s wondrous melody seeps

As from entombed chambers of yesterday

Resurrected choruses leap

Pure intonations of violet and gold

Of periwinkle, magenta, blue

Rippling with passionate abandon bold

Across earth’s dormant avenue

Emerald rhapsody covers the hills

Woodland and meadow reply

Sweeping the landscape its harmony thrills

Humble, dust-formed passers-by

© Janet Martin

It seems as if, over-night the landscape has erupted into exotic bloom. 

The NAANI

Poetic Bloomings invites us to try writing a NAANI

The NAANI is one of India’s most popular Telugu forms,  Naani means “expression of one and all.”  It consists of 4 lines, totalling 20 to 25 syllables. It is generally untitled, although the subject may be inferred in the first line. The poem is not bound to a particular subject, but is often about human relations. The form was introduced by one of the renowned Telugu poets, Dr. N. Gopi.

 

While I tally

My scores of failure

She climbs into my arms

Hugs me and falls asleep

***

The television does not

Drown out the silence

Yet, newspaper walls

Can be impenetrable

***

Yesterday, today, forever

He IS, the only Way,

The only Truth

And Door to eternal life

***

Darkness thickens stealthily

In countless layers

But one tiny flame

Dispels its utter blackness

Janet~

Of Hidden Tempests...

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Against the shoreline of my thought

Your ceaseless whispers swell

No pious benediction

Will its timeless surging quell

Well-rehearsed intonation

Melts unnoticed on the hour

But raw untried emotion

Clutches me within its power

The ebb and flow of moments

Tunes the timbre of a sea

Surging in a mammoth ocean

Somewhere deep inside of me…

J~

Mountain-climbing

To reach the top

We are guaranteed

Darling, I know if we keep climbing

To give up or to stop

To release you

It never was my intention

I struggle upward and pray

From vows of my youth

Dangling precariously

While moments slip away

Gripping the truth

I cling tenaciously

So when it comes to us

Love weathers all weather

And when it comes to the heart

When it comes to love

Than to be apart together

I prefer to be together apart

Not compelling resistance

I release the hour

That is the way of love

Without creating distance

Expanding history

Moments push between us

© J~

Hello down here…are you confused? Congratulations! You just read this poem backwards…we are mountain-climbing so we must begin at the bottom(as with all things in life:) and work our way up! I felt like having a little fun:)

No Wasted Days

As long as love

Fills the heart

There will be no empty days

As long smiles

Adorn our mouths

There will be no darkest days

As long as duty

And desire blend

There will be no futile days

As long as you

Remain my friend

There will be no wasted days

Janet~

Pour Me Another...

The poetic notion of over and done

For me, has ceased to exist

The aching essence of love lingers on

Like the afterglow of a kiss

Memory is like vintage wine

We savor its warmth on our lips

Today’s moments are fruit on a vine

Tomorrow its harvest we sip

 I hold the aura of you on my tongue

Its ambiance soothing my thought

Forever old or forever young

To me it matters not

For the poetic notion of over and done

Is for moments, not memories

Pour me another; love lingers on

In moments such as these

The fingers of time run over my skin

Darling, what must will be

Time cannot touch moments sealed within

The vault of memory

J~

In Poetry

Because I am a lover of simple things

I find great allure in the translucent strings

On which a tender thought is hung

And thus, a legacy is strung

In poetry

Because I am a lover of simple things

I am content as the robin sings

And the green unfurls on distant slope

And suddenly the world is a beacon of hope

In poetry

Because I am a lover of simple things

I love the pleasure too lowly for kings

As I pause in a meadow of ten-thousand suns

Lifting their exuberance to everyone

In poetry

Because I am a lover of simple things

The music of heaven unceasingly rings

In a calliope of present then past

As I hold the treasure of a memory fast

In poetry

Because I am a lover of simple things
I thank God daily for the mercy He flings
In nameless moments of intangible verse
...of hope and love as thoughts immerse
In poetry

© Janet Martin