Danger of...

For today’s prompt, write a danger poem. There are various levels of danger out there–from physical danger to the danger of being discovered doing something you shouldn’t (or doing something that might embarrass you–or someone else). Even the act of writing and sharing a poem brings with it the potential for danger.

 Last Saturday, winter!

 

this Saturday, Summer(well, almost😉!)

Danger of missing the moment:

To be caught up in pining for some fond and faded year

Is to miss the fine brush-strokes in the art of now and here

Danger of falling in love:

To fall in love completely is a risk lovers will take

Its wonder worth the danger of a heart destined to break

Danger of stealing roses:

The rose is lovely to behold as bud from bloom is borne

But beware, if you pick it, it will prick you with its thorn

Danger of deception:

The danger of exchanging truth for more appealing lies

Is that unless one recognizes wrong, discernment dies

Danger of the she-carpenter:

To be afraid to take a chance is to be sure to fail

So, if I swing the hammer, honey, will you hold the nail?

Danger of vanity:

Truth, sometimes hard to swallow is still healthier to hear

Than indulging our pride on fat of flattery, my dear

Danger of the double life:

If you decide to live with much to hide each day is like

A journey through a minefield in the middle of the night

© Janet Martin

A Sunny-Spring Celebration Song To God of Our Salvation

It is easy to sing in the sunshine😊

He has established His throne in the Heavens

His Sovereignty rules over all

He is Proprietor of every season

His Ways are infallible

Never a motive but mercy and goodness

Never a breach in His care

Faithful provider of hope and forgiveness

Nothing to Him can compare

He does not waver, our Lord and our Saviour

Never a promise forgets

Oh, what a wonder-full, wondrous Creator

Joy to this old world begets

He is the Father that stands in the doorway

Watching, waiting from afar

Welcoming ‘Prodigal sons’ from their wand’ring

Into His wide, open arms

Lord, you are faithful through all generations

You have established the earth

Your loving kindness extends to the heavens

Your grace gives human race worth

Your righteous judgement in due time is given

You intercede when we call

You have established Your Throne in the heavens

Your Sovereignty rules over all

© Janet Martin

Poem-ment-um

PAD Challenge day 20: For today’s prompt, take a line from an earlier poem (preferably from this month) to begin your poem for today. For instance, I took the final few lines of my poem from day 12 to start my example poem below. So scan through your earlier stuff to figure out where to start today.

I chose the second-last line in the poem from April 2nd; Poem Sea

 ...The Momentum of Moments

In the momentum of moments

In the masterpiece and mess

In the fist-a-cuff and kisses

In the hurt and happiness

In the yard of almost summer

In the wars we lose and win

In the crinkle and the twinkle

Of a lad's mischievous grin

In the grip of Old Man winter

When he refuses to leave

In the glory of glad branches

Granted snowflake-star reprieve

In the way we never weary

Of the wonder that love stirs

As we all love feeling special

By our special ‘hims and hers’

In the garden, in the woodland

In the barn or house or field

In the mist that forges mem’ries

From the ‘This’ that moments yield

In the early, pearly morning

Middle-day and musky dusk

In the burgeoning of blossoms

Or the crepe of hollow husk

In the rise and falling gavel

As tick-tock unravels years

Lies the tremor of a poem

That, left unpenned, disappears

© Janet Martin

This poem was one of those tremors I had to reel in before it turned into a tidal wave!

The Poet's Vice

For yesterday’s prompt, write a temptation poem.

The sun setting across ice-shards stopped this poet mid dishwashing!!

Inkwells cupped by earth and heavens

Can seduce the bard mid-step

Temptation is shaped in shimmers

Of Poem not written yet

Color mistrals flare and capsize 

What if no one snares the gold

That turns twilight into treasures

That only Poem can hold

Janet~

I Thought I Saw a Butterfly...

Out of the corner of my eye

I thought I saw a butterfly

But it was only last year’s autumn leaf

Cartwheeling by

Out of the corner of my ear

I thought I heard a rain-cloud tear

But it was just a snowflake’s

Somersaulting leer

Out of the corner or my nose

I thought I sniffed a whiff of rose

But it was only my imagination

On its tippy-toes

Out in the corner of yon mead

I thought the green of spring had spread

But it was just a pretty picture in a poem

That I read

Out of the corner of my eye

I thought I saw a butterfly

But it was only last year’s autumn leaf

Cartwheeling by

© Janet Martin

Sacred Thread

 PAD Challenge day 19: For today’s prompt, take the phrase “(blank) Thread;” replace the blank with a word or phrase; make the new phrase the title of your poem; and then, write your poem.

Since I seem to be drawn to Alison Krauss's music these days, how about two more more?

Ain’t it fine, love?

Aint it lovely?

Aint it somethin’ to behol’

We don’t need to

Fret or worry

God is always in control

When the thread

Of life-love-laughter

Gets all tangled in our sigh

Someone is still

Looking after

All the knots we can’t untie

Aint it precious,

Aint it perfect

We of mortal dust-to-dust

Never need to

Fret or worry

If our hearts can learn to trust

Trust Him with

What-if and maybe

Trust Him with this thread of Death

That becomes

A sacred lifeline

When it frays with our last breath

© Janet Martin