Friday, October 7, 2016

Yours Truly, God








Dawn's silver mantle on yon vale
Beneath blush bands begins to pale
Its slow fade unveils field and street
And highways on time’s common beat
It sets the stage of this day’s war
Where wage of dream and duty spar

October’s land begets a brush
That authors grand applause from us
For while we sleep its colors spread
Gold-scarlet-russet-bronze and red
Through wooded slope and hooded morn
A color wonderland is born

Earth is inset with lakes and streams
And brooklets tucked in mossy seams
Autumnal mirth excites their vim
Where leaf-shaped medals learn to swim
And we linger longer on banks
To chase our wonderment with thanks

God grants glimpses of paradise
Nature teases man’s hungry eyes
We gape and shape vague stuttered praise
To He who equips time with days
And days with ways that leave us awed
With masterpieces made by God

© Janet Martin

Thursday, October 6, 2016

Autumnal Odyssey




Dawn’s golden gilt exhales its sigh
Before it wilts in noon-blue sky
Our dust of trust soon silt of thought
Is spilt to dusk’s supernal plot

Twilight tolls its neon farewell
Hello cannot escape its knell
Hulled Haunting swells, succumbs to sleep
Like dells flaunting bloom-bells knee-deep

Life’s lot of thought and care and prayer
Is caught up on soft wafts of air
Where not one jot escapes the gaze
Of He who allots autumn’s ways

The wick of tree and lea is lit
Like flickers on a candlestick
Where tick and tock of hill and sky
Quickens the advent of goodbye

© Janet Martin

Me, oh my,
 Morning's blue sky
full of day
fades fast!

G'night~



The Impact of 'This'




 I quote this verse often 'cause it's a good one...

'This' is the day the Lord has made.
We will rejoice and be glad in it.
Ps.118:24

Soon dawn’s peach gauze will fall away
Then it will be a new today
And how we choose to use This bit
Will be the lifelong sum of it

Its hollow sky is full of hours
Its moments die like petal-show’rs
Ah, soon the bloom and leaf of spring
Lies beneath autumn’s folded wing

Harvest hymn and heart-lullabies
Gather within our human sighs
Wind-song whimpers long, languidly
Where summer’s green sheen used to be

Our comfort zones are full of ‘ifs’
Dawn’s virgin tones, a gracious gift
Its battle-ground before us laid
In This new day the Lord has made

God, forgive us when we forget
The fragility of life’s ‘yet
And let us ever keep in mind
How soft each ‘This’ is left behind

© Janet Martin

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

All In A Day's 'Play'



What are wrinkles?  he asks searching my face for an answer with his toy detective-glass
While his baby sister deposits her cucumber slice down the front of my shirt
And I struggle to find words and cucumber

What is steam? he questions as I ask him to 'close the fridge because the steam means we are losing
cold air', so he does and the steam disappears, and I never knew how hard it was to describe in 3 year old smallness, words I never give a second thought and he really wants to know, what is steam?

What is this bird’s name?  he wonders and when I say Bluebird he wants to know its ‘real’ name because anyone can see it’s a bluebird and he knows I’ve never told him that the other birds are red bird, yellow bird, brown bird etc…



Jacket, diaper, drink and shoes
Picnic basket, peek-a-boo
Books and trucks and dollies too
Blocks and missing socks
Help me, push me, hold me, tug
Please and fank-you, look, a bug!
Nighty-night and wakey-hug
Worlds unrushed by clocks

Inside, outside, upside down
Pat-a-cake, and sing a song
Garden-helper, happy-brown
Dreamer-dappled yard
Fairy tales and pirate ships
Messes, crumbs and sticky drips
Laughter tickling hearts and lips
Innocence unmarred

Learn to listen, learn to share
I can't find my teddy-bear
Sing and jump and run, no care
But one, is it lunch? 
Lie beneath the sky so blue
Pick a flower-bunch or two
'I love you', 'I love you too'
 ...fresh tugged carrot-crunch

God is great, KD is good
Thank God for our yummy food
Tummy full and diaper too
Piggy games with toes
Crayon colors, count the jars
Nursery rhymes and dinky cars
Pick up toys and play-doh stars
Kiss that crinkled nose

Trip around the world, oh my
On a magic quilt we fly
Rock-a-bye and hush, don’t cry
Wings the while away
Wipe and tuck, zip, button, tie
Bubbles bobbing to the sky
Apple snack and why, why, why
All in a day’s ‘play’

© Janet Martin

 Well, we're off to do some more 'playing';-)



Picnics and mittens, he is learning, has its challenges:)

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

All, Thanks to Poetry

One of my beautiful poet-friends has a birthday today. 
Happy Birthday Sasha.
 
Your live-for-the-love-of-it Happy-ness has often made my day!
I'm ever grateful that we met in the wide world of cyber-space all because of poetry!

 Another common interest we share is gardening...




From inkwells held in earth and sky
The poets glean their art
Thought-pictures for the inner eye
To hang upon the heart

What friendship poetry inspires
There is no far or near
Upon the hearth where poem-fires
Kindle both smile and tear

My dear, the ancient poet yet
Ignites insight and goals
Because on paper stage they let
The scenes that stirred their souls

All kith and kin alike are we
Which meet among these tomes
A world apart, yet family
Because of love of poems

Ah, you are there and I am here
How blessed we are to be
Part of a world of soulmates, dear
All, thanks to poetry

© Janet Martin