Momentous Moment

Time is a moment-ous occasion

We cannot move time backward

To reform what is Past

Each moment molding artwork

That soon is ever cast

We cannot undo hours

Their discourse set in stone

Like petals fall from flowers

The seed of deed is sown

Past, packed with acts of impulse

Where fact frames fantasy

Is ever at the birthplace

Of what is yet to be

Dawn drinks the dew from Newness

It unfolds buds where trust

Bears care's temporal witness

Ere this day drains to dust

...as Here and Now soft-opens

What soon new blooms estrange

Becoming in a moment

That which no one can change

© Janet Martin

Winner Takes All

Hate dresses up like a lover

Smiles, a disguise

Trying to cover

Lies, lies, lies

The physical attraction

When two liars meet

Can seem like the real thing

But when liars compete

…there is no winner

They are both beat

Playing the game of

Cheat, cheat, cheat

Is there any redemption

After The Fall?

Ah, yes, forgiveness

Trumps it all

© Janet Martin

For Poetic Bloomings 

and the Games People Play

Like Dominoes

Behind closed doors

Secrets are born

But then, when everybody knows

The house from which

Fond dreams are torn

Falls like dominoes

© Janet Martin

For Poetic Bloomings 

and the Games People Play

Miracles in the Making

'We cannot see and yet believe'

Oh-ho, this life, so full of care

Is like a training ground where we

Learn to shape heartache into prayer

We cannot see and yet we know

These words that stutter from our thought

Are not some hapless to and fro

From little man to Holy God

…then, though we cannot see, praise be

That He who knows all things prevails

And turns Unknowns we cannot see

Into His love that never fails

© Janet Martin

 The LORD is near to all who call on him, to all who call on him in truth.

Ps. 145:18

May Morning

She triumphs dark with whispers, silver scarves silk-soft unfold

Dawn dims the vale of stars as she draws New across The Old

How rampant runs Her hour from that spigot in the sky

With no time like the present to indulge its try, try, try

She opens earth with flowers, brings to fruition the day

That long we dreamed about through winter’s cold and idling gray

She lavishes the orchard with blush pink and lilac plume

Where garden-hungry dreamers gather to applaud its bloom

Oh, sweet, sweet May, you drive away dark doubt with diamond tears

Where, scattered on Past’s frozen fray a new today appears

A grand, first-hand occasion fit for guests both young and old

A ball where ballerinas bob in tutus spun with gold

She will not tarry long, thus we cannot afford to miss

The bliss of blossom-kisses, fairy-fronds of make-a-wish

Come, loll beneath her full-sky heath, list to Her happy tune

For soon summer will ripen Her awakening with June

© Janet Martin

"This!" I sighed as I strolled a lilac-scented, dew-dazled dawn, "is what so long we have waited for!"

Wishing you the best of the bitty-rest of May mornings!