Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Summer State of Mind

Cup ‘o sweet tea

Hint ‘o lemon

Splashed in sunbeam

To Time's glass

Ruffle of

Laughter from heaven

Runs its touch

Across the grass

Half-shut eyelids

Tilted God-ward

Where He spills

Time’s perfect blue

Without reservation

Love-song

On a sky-wide avenue

Poetry

Pulses In flowers

Or in bowers

Washed with rain

Happiness requires

Nothing

But the moment

We are in

It is summer.

Who could ask for

Anything but

Perhaps this;

Let the hour

Bleed more slowly

Because of
What

Summer

Is…

We didn't know whether to laugh or cry last week after the 18th hole (what a riveting finish those last few holes were); we couldn't help but cheer for both Spieth and Johnson and therefore felt heartbreak and happiness. a picture of life; mourning and celebration juxtaposed...

Then feed today with laughter

And water it with tears

For soon it joins the aftermath

Of Past’s sun-shadow spheres

This slip of skin and dreamer’s dust

Determines so much more

Than momentary wanderlust

Hinged to an Awesome Door

And on the other side of it

Eternal eons roll

And no one is exempt from That

Home waiting for the soul

Then bend the knee with kindness, love

And bow the head in prayer

To God whose mercy blesses us

On earth with heavenly care

…and feed today with laughter, love

Or water it with tears

These are the things that God speaks of

'When Former disappears'

Here, in love, we catch glimpses of heaven and in hatred, glimpses of hell...

God's love has made a way so none need miss Heaven. Have you found it?

Jesus said, I am the way, the Truth and the Life. No man comes to the Father but by Me. John 14:6

And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away. Rev. 21:4

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

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

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