Belated Sunday Whirl

In rose dusk a fence of etched trees lace

the painted air; nature’s charcoal pencil-trace

against a canvas where brief moments link

to form a chain of laughter, sorrow, strife

of forgiving and being forgiven; this is life

Now darkness obliterates dusk’s sky-line art

The hour is empty but for the aching of my heart

clasping life’s essentials within its grope

for the operator of Time’s wheel cannot steal

fond memories; life’s recipe for hope

© Janet Martin

The Sunday Whirl # 71

As we meet on Blog-street

It’s enough to know, in the ebb and flow

On Time’s blue circle dot

That you exist within the mist

Of Somewhere; and my thought

No sound of feet upon blog-street

And yet, how sure the touch

As we are smitten with thought written

Of life and love and such

Through word we share delight, despair

The tear and triumph ocean

As we embrace through cyber-space

And bravely-spelled emotion

It’s enough to know in this moment-flow

Of meeting-parting measure

The bond we share through mutual air

In heart-and-soul-spilled treasure

© Janet Martin

...another triquatrain.

The Rush of Blue

Blue Moon...I took this photo tonight. It reminded me of April before the corn was planted)...thanks to some much needed rain at a crucial point the corn is looking okay through this area.

With hungry haste the moments chased

Another day to naught

Across the dell the shadows fell

Like you against my thought

The melody of wind-tossed tree

The rush of blue descending

Beneath the swoon of harvest moon

Lauded the daylight’s ending

The rush of blue in thoughts of you

And echoes clear; unbidden

Collaborate to resonate

In tempests wild and hidden

I cannot quell the raging swell

Of moment-melded power

Nor can I grasp its whispered gasp

As twilight steals the hour

Across the shore storm-waters pour

To dissipate asunder

Across the heart moments impart

A rush of wanton wonder

Beneath my skin somewhere within

A tender tumult urges

In rush of blue as thoughts of you

Across the heart-line surges

J~

Poetic Bloomings invites us to try the triquatrain form.

Some Thursday Thoughts

Salvation through

God’s perfect love

Is not only believing

It is fully receiving

His promise of

Eternal life

***

When we are His Own

We are never alone

On this time-beaten path

But we have His love

Beneath, above

To plead on our behalf

***

We cannot fully live

Until we fully die

To self

***

God, teach me to grow

In my surrender

So my life may glow

With Your holy splendor

***

We are shaped

Not by what we believe

But by Whom we believe in

***

 Abide in me, oh precious Light

In my blindness, be my Sight

***

Come what may

We can cope

If we cling to

Our Living Hope

Janet~

Ah, Little Quill, What Mind's You Fill

Ah, little quill within the hand

A simple ink and metal strand

Moving to shape a thought’s command

In curves of pensive heeding

What vast and vexing oceans swell

As scribes and poets seek to spell

The tides they cannot seal nor quell

Of passion’s pulses bleeding

We dredge the deeps of love and lust

Trolling the steeps of trembling trust

To scrawl these ink-gleanings of dust

In line and curve creation

Where ranks of gathered centuries

Unveil the rush of tear-drenched seas

With nothing more than ink-curve pleas

To shape a thought’s formation

Ah, little quill within our grip

You spill mind-tempests from your tip

Folly and wisdom smoothly slip

Upon blank paper-stages

Take heed, oh thought that moves the veil

Oh storm that fills a sacred grail

As we unleash our ink-exhale

Upon Time’s humble pages

© Janet Martin

Of Having and Holding

It is not so much

The longing for your touch

Or your whisper in my thought

Of all that is not

That drives me mad

It’s the ache of knowing

Life’s having and holding

Has no intention of slowing

Or returning again

What once we had

J~

There are no 'second firsts'.

Enjoy the first you are in

for this day will never pass again:)

...so dance in the day God brought ya'

Good Morning!
It's good to see you here!
Hope your day is a good one:)
J~

It's Always Been This Way

It’s always been this way

Life’s tick by tock hastening

From cradle to grave

…and beyond

The sun rises in the east

Strolling its charted course

Man rises to feast on the ephemeral force

…of moments

Transcendent Ocean rolling

Over time’s temporal sands

To an abyss of mystery

…in His hands

It’s always been this way

A subtle, silvery sever

Of time slipping away

…to forever

© Janet Martin

Living Prayer