Across the Bridge...

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Someday across the Bridge I know, it's hard to believe

We will sing to Jesus with the likes of Jim Reeves

and other faithful greats who have crossed on to Heaven

As we praise the Power and the Glory forever. Amen

Janet~

Across the Bridge  Jim Reeves

The Vexation of the Unknown...

We cannot write away longing or desire

Nor diminish space by the hex of poetry

But we can languish in a syllable’s fire

And revel in the vexing of what still might be

J~

Deftly the Daylight Disappears...

Deftly, the daylight disappears

A picture of time’s hastening years

The gushing of a still-life sea

Rushing toward eternity

We are the vessel on its swell

Where is the shore? No one can tell

But someday we shall plainly see

What now remains a mystery

‘No eye has seen, no ear has heard’

This is the promise in God’s word

As twilight spills across earth’s lea

But only until eternity…

Janet~

The Beautiful Bittersweet

The wind reclines hazily on the blue hill

Autumn pines restlessly beyond the dark rill

Shadows sprawl languidly, laden with musk

While August scrawls farewell tears into the dusk

I ponder the fulcrum of time’s forward flow

Wondering what to cling to; what to let go

Summer’s retreating stirs corn-tassel seas

Daylight's depleting stirs soft memories

Passion and pleasure and pain coalesce

As gossamer measure dispels Augusts’ tress

Where whispers of umber and bronze-gilded brush

Serenade summer’s unrelenting rush

Tomorrow is a memory waiting to be born

Ripe opportunity wakens with the morn

Weep not for the flower that falls wilted; wasted

But savor the hour spilling to be tasted

What once was is over; what will be a-waits

Like an impatient lover beyond shuttered gates

Cherish each moment but then let it go

This is love’s tormenting triumph and woe

August relinquishes its final embrace

As September steps eagerly into its place

Bravely we reach while still waving so-long

This is love’s bittersweet, beautiful song

© Janet Martin

Stuff or Love

There will never be enough ‘stuff’

to satisfy the lover

of Things

Darling, the mere thought of you

is enough; for the satisfaction

it brings

The chaser of the wind seeks ‘stuff’

Darling, to love you, even in my mind

is enough

J~

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.