Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Of Living and Loving

Grief is the guaranteed price we pay for love. Ann Voskamp



Ebb-flow, hold-let-go
Glad-sad winnowing
Filling up time’s little cup
With living

Old-new, how-are-you
Time-chime echoing
Where today becomes the fray
Of living

Touch-taste, pause-haste
Love-trove’s take-giving
As we learn the no-return
In living

Small-tall, leap-fall
Flying barely-moving
Lending us the impetus
For loving

Push-pull, empty-full
Kiss-then-miss you wringing
Where joy’s leaf is ripe with grief
Of loving 
and living

© Janet Martin

Poem-matter



Whether writing it, reading it or riding it, Poem is a lovely Word.

PAD Challenge day 28: Here’s the final “Two for Tuesday” prompt of the month:
Write a matter poem. Matter is what things are made of.
Write an anti-matter poem. The opposite of a matter poem.

(An attempt at combining both matters into one poem because Poem is far more than ink and page;-)

As far as I can tell, the well
Of poem-matter never dries
Though I have yet to find the swell
Wherein its pulsing Presence plies
An 'almost Thing' into word-art
For bits of ink can stun the heart

...and steal One's Very Breath away
The tempest of type-print can rouse
On modest forum of blank page
With naught but consonants and vowels
Ageless arrangements of thought-jot
Where we touch-see-taste what is not

Pity the one who cannot see
Beyond the box of Here-and-Now
Nor on a verse of poetry
Traverse, averse to it somehow
For, though sight is a narrow street
They choose its ground beneath their feet

And yet, as far as I can tell,
The well of word-spring has no floor
Nor can a hand chain or corral
The wonderland of troubadour
Where 'almost' is a tasty lure
That only Poem can procure

Janet Martin~

Monday, April 27, 2015

More than Happen-stance

PAD challenge Day 19...write an authority poem.
It's a bit of a dull-ish polish today;-)

We, beneath an Authority we cannot fully see
But glimpse in sky-wide, country-side and moiling majesty
Of heaving sea, admit that something more than happen-stance
Holds stars in space yet breath-soft, traces lace upon the branch
That reached into the winter cold, blue afternoon until
Authority we cannot see endowed the bud to spill
Another season of leaf, green upon reef dull and brown
Where we half-stumble, half-tumble between Time's up and down
And cannot pause the turning page or wage a war against
He who rules earth and heaven with far more than happen-stance

Janet Martin

The LORD is compassionate and gracious, slow to anger, abounding in love.
Ps.103:8


Honesty's Utmost

PAD Challenge day 14:Two-for-two Tues.; Write an honest poem or write a dishonest poem.

Sometimes the honesty I almost speak
By the grace of God, gets stuck in my cheek
And tumbles out in a kinder, blinder hue
Of my, oh my, how I love you

It is not dishonest to bite one's lip
Leaving Spite Unrequited in an 'almost-slip'
Honesty is honorable and kindness is too
Its utmost quells malice and spells 'I love you'
 

Janet~




Storm-scarred

PAD challenge day 12: write a damage poem. (playing catch-up on a few prompts I missed:)



No retaliation now, wrath
Of word-storm spent
Where skin veils the aftermath
Of damage it rent

Sad, silence reigns
Where shards rained harsh, hard
And all that remains
Are hearts, storm scarred

Dry eyes can hide
The tears that fall
Somewhere inside
On a storm-scarred wall

© Janet Martin








No Good Then...





 Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me. Rev.3:20

PAD has us looking back today...

No good then to look back, when
That last exhale is taken
If we wait, Death is too late
To believe, as we waken

…face to face with God and eternity
No good then to cry,’ Lord, now I believe’

© Janet Martin

I just spoke to my neighbor Arnold's sister-in-law. They flew in from Manitoba to be with him, to share last words with him and listen to his parting thoughts. Arnold has been lingering at death's door for over a week now. His dying plea is this: ‘be ready, before your last breath is taken, know you are readyto meet Jesus!’

In Looking Back

PAD Challenge day 27:For today’s prompt, write a looking back poem. Of course, some people just glance over their shoulders, and others stop and turn all the way around. Some look back in time and weigh their successes and failures, evaluate things they could do better. Some claim they never look back. Whatever your stance on looking back, capture it in a poem today.
The Harvest-apple tree on the old home place.
How well I remember its petal-snow, before the dirt floor was covered in golden fruit, gathered up in our cotton-dress 'baskets' carried to the house for apple goodies, but mostly canned apple sauce.


In time we all took that slow slope leading
From childhood’s home, past the gnarled apple tree
Standing post in the sun-dappled garden
Like a sprawling, echo-laden sentry

We did not recognize the honeyed spoon
Stirring the air where a big, blue sky-drain
Sipped summer’s long willow-song afternoon
Like sweet tea steeped in life’s Never Again

Youth’s come-and-get-me call tugged at our dreams
We did not know then, what we did not know
Perception fairly bursting at the seams
With everything we thought life had to show

So, one by one, each sibling slid away
First, from mother’s kind, cotton-apron knee
To the floor, to the door to ‘I want more’
Than four-walled, clock-stalled nevermore-will-be

In looking back, I lack the words to tell
If time could reverse, where I first would reach
But one thing I now recognize full-well
My, what a lot of lessons life must teach

© Janet Martin

…and still is!



Sunday, April 26, 2015

Blushing Birthplace

But I will sing of your strength, in the morning I will sing of your love; for you are my fortress, my refuge in times of trouble.
 Ps.59:16

For today’s prompt, take a word or two invented by William Shakespeare, make it the title of your poem, and write your poem. Click here for a link to some words coined by Shakespeare, who was baptized on this date in 1564. If the link doesn’t work, here are a few: advertising, bloodstained, critic, dwindle, eyeball, hobnob, luggage, radiance, and zany. He invented more than 1,700!

Dark dwindles from lintels supporting space
As colors of daylight polish the sky
Where we bear witness to God's gift of grace
Stunning the ages with Time's newborn cry

Out on that line sealing heaven to earth
Hope's newness blushes, God brushes the air
With celebration, ah, hail the glad birth
Into this cradle of dirt, hurt, despair

...Mercy's allotment metes from dark, daylight
Who but our God can move midnight this way?
Dawn's birthplace blushes as His love ignites
Time's newborn offspring; we call it Today

Janet Martin