Thence...

Somewhere along the way

We lose our innocence

As we begin to weigh

Action With Consequence

...and every child must learn

This Thing none can refuse

That Consequence is the return

Of action that we choose

So if we would be wise

We should remember Thence

That in each action softly lies

The fruit of consequence

© Janet Martin

While spending some time on the thinking chair, one of the little guys I babysit and I had a conversation about consequence; about how we cannot control what someone else says or does, but we are responsible for our own actions and response

To The Drifter That Pauses

The hour flashes

Like a disco ball

Between leaves and branches

Of early fall

It rouses hunger

For more than dreams

Where moments fall prey

To time’s one-way schemes

Still, the afternoon

Renders romance

To the drifter that pauses

Where sunbeams dance

© Janet Martin

The Awakening (OctPoWriMo)

 Inspired by this music video (hit mute then feel it) or don't
because the music is too good to miss!

linking to OctPoWriMo

Seeking half-smiled approval, he relents

And wakens a dream in her innocence

The wide-eyed friendship of childish ways

Plants stars in the blue of love’s student-gaze

Age-old Newness bewilders gravity

Surprising the heart with Discovery

…and as it has been since Time began

Boy learns to shoulder the call of a man

© Janet Martin

also inspired by this day:)

 Let's Dance

A gold cello stirs

Dawn's cobalt deep

Unfolding dreamers

From cotton-clad sleep

It rends

Time’s ageless Overpass

With liquid notes

of broken glass 

Earth's vestibule

Of trees and streets

Unfurls a ballroom

Beneath feet

© Janet Martin

...and one more, just because it's fun:)

Crepe coverlets

cradle rainbows

before the bloom

breaks free

Your glance

grazes my skin

and wakens

the woman

in me~ 

Beneath October's Cloud

Beneath October’s wisp of cloud

The land awaits a shroud of leaf

And witnesses to it admit 

Sudden surges of joy and grief

For in this intermingling-ship

Of summer turning into fall

The changing of the season drips

A lonesome sort of madrigal

Beneath October’s cloud we pause

Glad to feel good yet strangely sad

Because October clouds enhance

The summer-dance that once we had

© Janet Martin

Linking to OctPoWriMo