Tuesday, June 30, 2015

The Way It Is...



 Discipline, not desire, determines destiny. Charles Stanley

The way it is, is all we have
And to this we apply
If we are wise, the diligence
Of heart and hand and eye

The way it is requires us
To think before we leap
And discipline desire lest
It slays us in our sleep

The way it is, is oftentimes
The fruit that fills the fist
From habits, either henchmen
Or slothful antagonist

The way it is should exhort us
To give Time all we can
Lest after Life is said and done
We passed this way in vain

© Janet Martin

 She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. Prov.31:27

My to-do list took a real beating last week…time to make a new one!

Make strawberry jam,
Get sympathy cards ready,
Washing bedding,
Harvest mint leaves and currant leaves for tea
Stop in to see Sandra (recently lost her beloved husband)
Pick potato bugs
Dust cabbage
Transplant head lettuce
Dead-head flower gardens…no watering though!
Stain deck has been on my list since the beginning of spring (we need a few dry days before and after)

Rainy Summer's Eve





 I wrote this last night but couldn't post it because of internet issues...so we'll begin with a rainy-dusk morning poem:) We had a gorgeous sunny day, then after supper the rain began falling, not the hard, pelting sort but the soft kind that pitter-patters in patient chatter...

Earth tugs on dusk's brooding hemline
Heaven’s nightlight tapestry
Hides behind the lowered anthem
Of a rainy summer’s eve

See how soft its loft unleashes
Like a lilting minuet
Silver symphony of splashes
In each raindrop pirouette

Slipping, dripping, half-breath halos
Every little leaf a cup
Every lily is a chalice
That a song of rain fills up

Twilight is a velvet river
Liquid glass-notes skim and swirl
Where a world of satin-slippered
Laughing ballerinas twirl

© Janet Martin

Monday, June 29, 2015

Circle of Life





Morning’s fresh foothold tenders
Its gold; noon beams like a bride
Until soon it surrenders
To eventide
Time’s newest death is twilight
Purple mist enshrouds
What not so long ago fell through
Dawn’s shallow clouds
We follow in its footsteps
Though often we forget
Because the heart full of love’s wars
Is not dead yet

© Janet Martin

Heartbreak...





That last time she was     hurt once too often
She vowed never     to tell, But every now and 
then her tears don’t     keep her secret well
 The last time      love rent her heart-
strings   she reached to feel 
the fringe of     something 
frayed and    foreign
Dangling on   one 
hinge



© Janet Martin

Like Droplets Through A Flower-Glass...





Make mine slow-spooned
And sunbeam sweet
 or a cool pool
of cloud
Make it just
a simple
sample
Of
heaven
That earth allowed
Dimple-dappled
With soft rain song
On an apple-orchard noon
Or a flower-laden maiden
Summer’s Day-dream Haven
June

© Janet Martin