A Long Overdue Thank-you;-)

PAD challenge 28: For today’s prompt, write a poem about a smell

Thank-you to the hands

That pluck the beans

That make their way

From there to here

To fill and thrill

Each early morn

With heaven-scent

Of coffee cheer

© Janet Martin

Heaven to Ramble

PAD Challenge day 27: For today’s prompt, use at least 3 of the following 6 words in your poem (using a word or two in your title is fine); for extra credit, try using all 6:

pest
crack
ramble
hiccup
wince
festoon

Heaven to ramble where April meets May

Beneath breath-awnings of emerald festoon

After a hiccup in spring’s first hurray

Winter’s wince succumbs to zephyr’s kiss-croon

Pestering broods scatter, east-west-north-south

Lest a smile crack his stern, petrified mouth

© Janet Martin

The Daffodils Are Blooming...

In blogland I've seen daffodils blooming for quite a while; at last they dot our Ontario landscape too!

The daffodils are blooming, and

Their golden lanterns glow

Like beacons on a bashful land

That long was white with snow

The daffodils are smiling fair

Upon forgotten green

And we find ourselves smiling where

Straight somber lips had been

The daffodils are nodding and

Applauding storm’s farewell

Nature bestows a garden grand

To hungry hill and dell

The daffodils are blooming, oh,

Like Mozart's best, they sing

And praise the One from whence they flow

In melodies of spring

© Janet Martin

For Time I Didn't Take...

PAD Challenge day 26; For today’s prompt, write a regret poem. 

For time I didn’t take

For what I didn’t do

Here is a thank-you prayer, my Lord

For today, fresh and new

A beaming ‘try again’

Of mercy-misted hue

To take the time I didn’t take

For what I didn’t do

Then, pray when day is done

When its beacon has set

I’ll know I did the best I could

With humble ‘no regret’

© Janet Martin

 

Glory-glimpse...

 The final two-for-Tuesday prompt in April @Poetics Aside poem-a-day challenge is always: 

Write a love poem. Write an anti-love poem

Love roars through us like thunder; beauty and beast undeterred

It steals our breath with wonder and the hunger of mere word

It makes us happy, oh so happy, whispered from the heart

It makes us sad, so sad when we are far, too far apart

Love runs through us like roses; fragile petal loveliness

It pricks us to the quick with thorns of selfish thoughtlessness

It fills our gaze with sheer amazement; spills in laughter-gold

It startles us with sorrow when its vim turns dim and cold

Love slips through us; a smile-sigh-sacrifice miracle wrought

A ripple of redemption for all things that life is not

The very mention of its gift delights dust’s mortal clod

And makes us humbly thankful for its glory-glimpse of God

© Janet Martin