Monday, February 2, 2015

World-wide Holiday

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I wish the world could take a snow-day
Hang a shingle on its door
Saying, ‘closed for business; sorry’
Let rapscallion mistrals roar

We would pour our second-coffees
Until sunset; each highway
Like a ghost town on the prairie
Because it’s a world snow-day

Nobody would need a doctor
Nobody would go away
Twenty-four heaven-sweet hours
On this world-wide holiday

Maybe then we would remember
What too often we forget
As we hasten through another
Year; work-worry-want roulette

There would be no hurry-scurry
No one would be running late
No horn-honking freeway flurry
Only love’s slow-laughing gait

…and the sound of happy silence
Spilling soft like summer rain
If the whole world wore a shingle,
‘Closed for business, try again’

© Janet Martin

...on the up-side, Wiarton Willie did NOT see his shadow, forecasting an early spring;-)
 Shubenacadie Sam heads from his den at the wildlife park in Shubenacadie, N.S. on Wednesday, Feb. 2, 2011. (ANDREW VAUGHAN/THE CANADIAN PRESS)  

Br-r-r-reezy B-b-b-b-busy-b-b-b-ody

    
It's another snow-day holiday!


The gale, like a brash busy-body
Strips every twig of its poise
And pushes through nature’s business
With bold-cold, ice-coated noise

It rattles at doors and windows
Slips through each crevice and crease
Insistent on being noticed
Robbing the morning of peace

Brick-mortar shelters shiver
No hillock or hovel spared
From the north-east a white lion
Roars while rabbits skitter, scared

Dawn, in its newborn beauty
Tugs at the tails of her shawl
In vain, beneath brittle mercy
Where wild winter-villains brawl

The gale, gargantuan gargoyle
Perplexes everything
Where earth, for the present moment
Is its puppet on a string

© Janet Martin



Salted Stillness






It is quiet
Save for the gale
That rattles the doors
As it sweeps ‘cross the dale

It is quiet
Save for the pall
That weighs down the air
Like a misty night-fall

It is quiet
Save for the ache
As elements tremble
Where Sea-hawk hearts break

It is quiet
Save for the tear
That shatters the stillness
Where Patriot fans cheer

© Janet Martin

Disappointed Seahawks coach Pete Carroll, center, and Seahawks safety Earl Thomas (29) walk off the field  at University of Phoenix Stadium in Glendale, Ariz., on Sunday after losing the Super Bowl to the New England Patriots. The final score was 28-24 after the Seahawks fell 1 yard short of scoring a go-ahead touchdown in the last minute of the game.

Seattle Seahawks
NFL Super Bowl XLIX
Final - yesterday, 6:30 PM
University of Phoenix Stadium, Glendale, Arizona
New England
Patriots
(15-4)
28
Seattle
Seahawks
(14-5)
24

Sunday, February 1, 2015

Symphony



Phoenix Rising Poetry Guild Kick-off! Join the fun, won't you? Everyone is welcome.

Love stirs silences
With extra-ordinary
Mundane-ness
There is no sweeter song

Love lavishes
Life’s longings
With a symphony
Called We Belong

© Janet Martin