Without Love

 Poetics Aside Prompt: Scary

I would not want to live

Without love’s embrace

There would be no compassion

No kindness, no grace

No smile, no encouragement

No hugs, help or hope

In an ‘every man for himself’ world

How would we cope?

© Janet Martin

Poet's Nightmare

Poetics Aside Prompt: Scary!

You will reach for me

But you

Will not find me

You will call for me

But

I will not hear

I am your Muse

And in my mouth

I seal every

Winsome thought

And every

Perfect

Word

Outside the birds are.... um, they're...oh, what is it that birds do !?

© Janet Martin

Scary Poem

 Poetics Aside Prompt; Write a Scary Poem

I feel your body next to mine

It is cold

I reach to turn on a lamp

But there is no light

I strike a match

It will not flare

The darkness closes in

A suffocating wall

I press my face to your cheek

But I cannot feel you

Or see you

We are cold

I hear my children crying

Somewhere

Out there

In the darkest dark

Alone

They tell us there will never be

Another morning

And the sun

Has died…

© Janet Martin

Don't you love

warmth

and light?

Last night I turned out all of the lights, and as I walked to my room with my arms stretched out in front of me the darkness felt like a wall closing in...

Found...Wanting

Poetics Aside Prompt; Scary

The banquet is ready

Earth is consumed with a cry

'Behold, He cometh'

The Bridegroom shatters the sky

Fire and wind

Is hurled, unfurled

Ah, yes! This is it…

…the end of the world

Those washed in His blood
Rise to meet Him in the air
Oh my God, oh my God
Why didn't I prepare?

Up on the hill

The ark of safety sits but

Its grace has ended

And the door is shut

All we can hear

Is the toll of a bell

And wailing and weeping

As the gates open to

Hell

© Janet Martin 

 For he says, "In the time of my favor I heard you, and in the day of salvation I helped you." I tell you, now is the time of God's favor, now is the day of salvation.

@ 2 Cor. 6:2

Man in the Moon

PAD Prompt: Full Moon

Somewhere the air

Holds in its mouth

The words that I would say

I want to be

Brave; vulnerable

But you’re too far way

Tonight the sky

Is full of you

...your iridescent glow

But you are the

Man in the moon

A fantasy, I know

Why is it that

When you are full

I seem so very small

In fact, I touch

My face to see

If I exist at all

J~

Yiruma-Moonlight

Blue-collar Braveheart

Blue-collar brave-heart

He’s got no medals

No badges on his

Coat-sleeve or lapel

Working class warrior

Seeking no glory

Fighting life’s battle

And doing it well

Obscure battalion

Work-force deployment

Picks up the armor

Of shovel or cart

Low-dollar hero

Invisible valor

Witnessed by He

Who sees into the heart

Courageous convoy

Gallant and glorious

Punching the clock

While nobody applauds

Silently sacrificing

Over and over

And over again because

This is love

Blue-collar brave-heart

He’s got no medals

No badges on his

Shirt-sleeve or lapel

Working class warrior

Seeking no glory

Fighting life’s battle

And doing it well

© Janet Martin

Thank-you to all you blue-collar brave-hearts, wherever in the world you are. 

Tomorrow's Sorrow

Tomorrow they are calling for rain

But tomorrow is so far away

Let’s not borrow tomorrow’s sorrow

Lest we waste the sunshine today

Tomorrow they are forecasting gloom

Poisoning laughter with fears

But let’s not borrow tomorrow’s sorrow

Before today disappears

Tomorrow they are predicting woe

And skies that are dismal and bleak

Oh, let’s not borrow tomorrow’s sorrow

While sunshine kisses our cheek

Today is a day of grace

Today is the only now

So let’s not borrow tomorrow’s sorrow

Lest we miss today somehow

© Janet Martin

Lunar Lover

Tonight I want to allow you to take me

I no longer care to resist

Desire out-weighing my common senses

Wrap me in your body of mist

Tonight I need more than blue-moon endearment

Whispered through my window-pane

I need to mangle the hem of your raiment

 Barter with pleasure and pain

Tonight believing requires touch, seeing

Translucent; you taunt, I beseech

For all I can feel is the sense of your being

Are kisses that I cannot reach

© Janet Martin