Thursday, April 2, 2015

Of Rain-flavored Memories...



'It’s such a nice day', raved Victoria, when she came home from school,
while the gray wind drew zig-zags, then circles in the puddles…

It’s a nice, nice day
Somber sky, pewter gray
Tug and pull wind-
Rain soliloquy

It’s a home-sweet-home tune
Clink of tea-cup and spoon
Of rain-circle banter
On mid-afternoon

Piano dum-de-doo
And my, I love you
It’s sock-feet and laughter
And biscuits and stew

It’s a nice, nice day
Almost perfect, I’d say
April-rain rhapsody
Drip-dripping away


© Janet Martin

Kindly, Because We All Matter




 PAD Challenge day 2: write a secret poem...

Sometimes we forget
Like a secret well-kept
In a jar we dare not shatter
That, whether rich or poor
All we’re looking for
Is to be treated like we matter

So then, in the rush
Of tug and push
And coming-going clatter
We should endeavor
To treat each other
Kindly, because we all matter

© Janet Martin

Secret Keepers

PAD Challenge Day 2: For today’s prompt, write a secret poem.

Paint Tins;
they don't say much
just sit there waiting
for tint and brush
and a world of creating


Vegetables;
quiet creatures, they are
and quite ordinary-looking
waiting to be supper-stars
with blending, baking, cooking

Seeds;

the face of a seed does not draw
exclamation
but oh, not so after we plant and wait...
for God's creation


Pen; 


he only tells what we permit
and spells what we allow
and what remains the rest of it
no one will ever know

This is a lovely day to discover
and uncover
what might otherwise remain
a secret

Happy April 2nd!

Janet~









Wednesday, April 1, 2015

No Time to Resist...



 PAD Challenge Day one: write a resistance poem

Time extends its invitation
Rising from yon beaming brink
Renewal and expectation
Dawn Hand-painted, gold and pink

Who will dare resist its offer?
This, the day the Lord has made
Spills to earth from heaven’s coffer
Melting midnight’s palisade

We were born for this, my darling
Let the Past its vastness prey
See, the sky is full of morning
Come, before it fades away

On the harpsichord of ages
Moment-melodies untwist
Time is eager to turn pages
We have no time to resist

© Janet Martin

Wretched Man That I Am

It's back! The PAD challenge. Just when it feels like we're tired of writing with one tire stuck in the mud along comes November and April with poem-a-day prompts

 PAD Challenge day one prompt, write a resistance poem.
 
James 4:5-10



Just because we ignore a fact
Does not mean it doesn’t exist
The inner man under constant attack
By flesh seemingly born resist
The good we know we should do, but oh
The bad we should not, that we do
And often we cry with him too
Because flesh is prone to resist the One
That helps us resist the foe
Yet hope abides through Jesus, God’s Son
It is by His grace we go

© Janet Martin

For the flesh desires what is contrary to the Spirit, and the Spirit what is contrary to the flesh. They are in conflict with each other, so that you are not to do whatever you want. Gal.5:17

 Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. James 4:7



For I know that nothing good dwells in me, that is, in my flesh; for the willing is present in me, but the doing of the good is not. For the good that I want, I do not do, but I practice the very evil that I do not want. But if I am doing the very thing I do not want, I am no longer the one doing it, but sin which dwells in me.…
I find then the principle that evil is present in me, the one who wants to do good. For I joyfully concur with the law of God in the inner man, but I see a different law in the members of my body, waging war against the law of my mind and making me a prisoner of the law of sin which is in my members. Wretched man that I am! Who will set me free from the body of this death? Thanks be to God through Jesus Christ our Lord! So then, on the one hand I myself with my mind am serving the law of God, but on the other, with my flesh the law of sin. Rom.7:18-25






Tuesday, March 31, 2015

What To Do!





Unwrap, untie, unfold, undo
This day will not
Return to you

Enjoy, explore, empty, embrace
This thing that
No one can retrace

Walk slow, hold on, let go, for oh
How swift the tide
Of moments flow

© Janet Martin

‘I simply do not dread any season or beg a day to haste; they all go way to fast with no moment to waste’, I remarked to hubby on the weekend as snow dashed the edges of fading day...evoking a tender ache for something I simply cannot name.

Tell me, where did March go?!


Winter will pass,

the days will lengthen,

the ice will melt in the pasture pond.

The sparrow will return and sing,

the frogs will awake,

the warm wind will blow again.

All these sights and sounds and smells will be yours to enjoy, Wilbur-

this lovely world,

these precious days...



Charlotte, from Charlotte's Web