A Poem Is As A Poem Does

‘Too lyrical’, said one

Another one replied,

‘To rhyme, meter must be precise’

‘Too short, too long’,

They cried

‘Not impressed’, said he

‘Winner’ a voice declared

‘Punctuation needs some work’

The kind critic

Declared

‘Predictable’, one wrote

‘Superb’, another gushed

‘Ho-hum’, some yawned

While others found

A painting soft,

Word-brushed

Expounded do’s and don’ts

Rouse poet-smiles a bit

They know ‘tis futile to dissuade

The pen by

Rhetoric

© Janet Martin

I appreciate critiquing even when it leaves me scratching my head in confusion;-)

On Waiting...

...waiting for spring among other things.

Nobody likes to wait

Yet oh,

To wait it seems

Sometimes we must

Then, somehow

As we wait

And wait

And wait

It seems

We learn to trust

© Janet Martin

 Wait on the LORD: 

be of good courage, 

and he shall strengthen thine heart: 

wait, I say, 

on the LORD. 

Ps. 27:14

Why Rejoice?

 

Have you read it? available here

'Why rejoice?' asked Victoria (reading yesterday's post) as she thought of the littles who just lost their beloved mommy.

“Because she is with Jesus and not suffering anymore! The battle is won!”

We mourn because of love

Yet, rejoice in death’s grief

Because she is with Jesus and

Everlasting relief

We mourn for death impedes

The fellowship of touch

And though the body selfish pleads

For the old days and such

…we would not call her back

To this old world of pain

Because she is with Jesus and

Someday we’ll meet again

© Janet Martin

...for all of us who felt like we knew her.

Therefore, since we have such a hope, we are very bold. 2 Cor.3:12

Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.  Matt.5:4

All around the world we mourn Kara's passing but rejoice in her victory! All around the world prayers are prayed on the Tippett family's behalf.

Winter's Undoing

 How fine it is to sit a while

And watch the mirth of March beguile

With smile and sunbeam flustering

Dear old man winter’s blustering

Yon skyline cannot long contain

The resurrection of Today

So too, winter cannot confine

For long the song of Spring-strung vine

And in her dance of green and gold

Time forgets it is growing old

As moments don the eager sky

Of spring urging winter goodbye

With sun-spun finesse she traces

The hard lines of his disgraces

Soft upon pond, yard and limb

She begins to temper him

For winter cold cannot resist

The joy of being laughter-kissed

Thus, warmed with willing smiles and tears

In spring's kind arms he disappears

© Janet Martin

Beyond Progress...

 Last week I didn't get a chance to write a 'progress' wikem. 

Did you know that progress has not progressed to the point that it can explain itself to wikipedia?:-)

it suggests that it may refer to ' the idea that the world can become increasingly better in terms of science, technology, modernization, liberty, democracy, quality of life, etc  .wikipedia

Progress threatens to mess with the things that matter

But it cannot

Touch the sun on its way to high-noon as shutters

Of day unlock

Progress torments nature but cannot quell

Burgeoning bud

Where Spring will fill bared bowers with flower-shower-
Praises to God

Progress plans, but is powerless to improve

Foundations laid

All it accomplishes cannot be done without

What God first made

...and progress with earthy exclamation cries,

'look what we did!'

While the sun rises and sets, replenishing skies

Above its grid

What God first made, progress cannot better

Or usurp, no

In spite of countless conveniences, it can never

Steal heaven's show

© Janet Martin

I don't know how often I've said, 'I'm glad we cannot mess with the sky'!