Going the Distance With Old Man Winter

PAD Challenge day 4:  For today’s prompt, write a distance poem.

 Yesterday dawned somewhat snowy...

but after emptying its storehouses all day long, today dawns without a blade of grass in sight...

Those pictures that we clung to through long winter’s whitewashed hours

Of April waking daffodils and singing in spring show’rs

Must pause because it seems Old Winter is not willing yet

To fall prey to the way of warmer-whispered pirouette

The wearing will of winter wails and flails where dreams persist

In spite of white anointing where hills should be soft-green kissed

And though we thought bloom-bells ought to be ringing, roaring gale

Gilds April’s world as winds unfurl a snowflake bridal-veil

Be of good cheer, the end is near; winter for all its bluff

And bluster cannot muster for much longer, frosty fluff

So thus he howls, his jowls drip with the gripping undertow

Of visions shaped in flower-gardens draped with April snow

© Janet Martin

...yes, we know spring is on its way...why? Baseball has begun!

Toronto Blue Jays

1-0, 1st in AL Eastern Division

American League

Final - yesterday, 4:05 PM

Tropicana Field, St. Petersburg, Florida

Toronto Blue Jays (1-0) 5 Tampa Bay Rays (0-1) 3

1:17

Sorry, my fellow-Floridian friends...you get the sunshine and we got the win:)(AND the blizzard;(

Three-year-old Teachers

PAD Challenge Day 3: For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Three (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.

 I babysit two three-year-olds.
They always make my day!

You always make our day
Your innocence, care free
You teach us how to live in Now
Though you are only three

You teach us how to love
Without a second thought
And when you sing the world is spring
Our discontent forgot

You teach us how to laugh
No malice clouds your view
You do not will revenge or ill
Your skies are always blue

Dear three-year-old, you teach
Us to believe, not doubt

With grin and kiss we learn the bliss

Of what life is about

Janet Martin

Venus and Mars

PAD Challenge Day 2: He said-She said poem

 (SO glad its not a week ago!)

She said in the broadest hint she could compose

That a red maple tree bench would be nice

Maybe for Mother’s Day or Fiftieth you-know-what…

He said, ‘Wow! what a lousy goal?!

Man, I sure do miss Carey Price’

…but I should get out there and start sawing up firewood

© Janet Martin

(No firewood today...hubby had to work)

When God said 'Let There Be'

Sometimes one poem inspires another...

when I posted the previous photo it begged for its own poem:)

God said, 'let there be'

And from these words were born

The quiet blue of dusk-adieu

The golden-haloed morn

The rush of sea that sweeps

To stays of sandy shore

The food for need tucked in a Seed

Time’s temporary More

The mischief-freckled lad

His curiosity

The lavish loom of petal-bloom

The bluff, the bird, the bee

The afternoon that drips

Into the serenade

Of vesper hymn strummed by a limb

Flushed with spring’s promenade

The miracle of birth

The earth’s fullness thereof

Four season’s worth of hope and hurt

The breadth of live-laugh-love

He said, 'let there be'

And flung to emptiness

The holy grace of human race

Their grief and happiness

He shaped from dust, man’s form

And breathed to dust, a soul

With ‘let there be’ eternity

Became man’s sacred goal

© Janet Martin