Splashes of Poetry

 ...rain is poem-ink!

The earth wears little mirrors scattered on the street and lane

And on the surface of the lake spill spangles made of rain

The artwork on a morning made of rivulets that wend

Down window pane and leaf is like a poem almost penned

The plush hush ‘neath a brush dripping with welkin whisper-sheen

Turns meadow lands from barren strands to bands of knee-deep green

Each flower, like a chalice cups a sip of silver tea

Poured from a lofty palace for the butterfly and bee

I think the ink of rain-drop pink and forget-me-not hue

Makes poets of us all for a perfect moment or two

Its delicate dimensions mount impeccable detail

A poem poured from heaven’s fount in pretty petal-braille

…like umbrellas for fellas that we read about in books

The wood-nymph, elf in fairylands of fern and mossy nooks

As teeniest of tap-dancers in tutus made of glass

Bobble on purple pansy-plume or ballroom-blade of grass

Ah, listen as the pitter-patter cadence ebbs and flows

A tempo from the heavens that only God can compose

Then bow before the author of May morning majesty

He waters fields and gardens with splashes of poetry

© Janet Martin

 The earth is the Lord's, and the fulness thereof; 

the world, and they that dwell therein.

Ps.24:1

(click reference link to read the rest of this sacred psalm)

Bitty Dusk Ballad...

Few things prettier than dawn-to-dusk, in May's days...

The gilt that etched dawn’s frosted sketch deepens to amber-rose

Dusk’s canvas leaned against the west showcases day’s repose

Its silhouettes of raven ink on bronze and pink become

An echo melded to the cast of Past’s immortal sum

Somewhere a Hand gathers the remnant hemline of today

Beneath His tender touch the countryside is tucked away

The Maker of the morning tips a vault of diamond jars

And splays across night’s heights a panorama made of stars

© Janet Martin

Between Us 'Fledglings' or Feather-Fashionistas

My sister is more a 'fledgling-Grandma(1 week) than I of a little over a year's experience

 (we were grandma-to-grandma chatting for a little while this morning;-) 

but I am far more a fledgling grandma than my older sister

...and so it goes.

My niece is a more fledgling-mother than my daughter with a 16 mo. old, who is

  still a very fledgling mother as disciplining stage etc. begins 

and I am a fledgling 50-something learning how to wear and adapt to these feathers of change

...and so it goes!

My mother is a 'fledgling'-mid-70's woman adjusting to time taking its toll on vitality
(hard things to surrender for a mother of 10,
grandmother of 46(I think) and great-grandmother of 9, always willing to work hard)

...and so it goes!

We are all first-timers in whatever stage of life we are in!

...so, let's be more patient with each other 'cause we're all just learning!

Whether it's how to put muffin-liners in a muffin-tin or 

how to surrender certain freedoms to the beautiful 'bonds' of wife-mother-grandmother-hood...

We earn the right to teach by what we learn from slip-trip-fall

No voice is quite as seasoned as that of experience

Where it is not the stumble-tumble that decides it all

But what we do when we get up that makes the difference

The lessons we remember are not learned on pedestals

But in the muck and mire of desire run awry

For we are all students juggling wonder with upheavals

Fledglings at varying degrees of ‘learning how to fly’

There is no second time around this circuit we call life

Where everyone is learning how to wear time’s latest rage stage

And no one is too old to learn new lessons of joy-strife

All fledglings of a sort when it comes to time’s age to age

This keeps us bound to common ground of live-laugh-love and learn

Where change is like a teacher rearranging what ‘we know’

…and everyone should keep in mind this humble right we earn

As what we learn becomes what we teach to fledglings in tow

© Janet Martin

...and some 'fledgling' humor to keep us all from getting too pricklish...

Thunder of Wonder When...

 (the photos that helped to inspire this particular post are locked in my camera 

until 'the unofficial borrower' of my camera-cord returns from a weekend get-away)😐

Oh well, lots in the archives because the well of wonder is in constant replenishment!

When morning’s silver scepter rends night’s onyx ocean, oh

When wonder’s intangible nectar fends want’s vertigo

When bud gives birth to earthy glimpses of yon paradise

When shame accepts love’s worthiness when Mercy sanctifies

When spring crowns brown and charcoal silence with green-golden swell

And dapples pink to apple orchards, purple to the dell

When Hope that is not seen is keened within the human breast

By Someone bigger than fear’s fiends that never seem to rest

When baby breaks the bonds of Mystery and mother’s arms

Are filled with joy unspeakable beyond travail’s alarms

When blood-sealed promise heals the wound of Adam’s curse within

And Belief takes upon its back faith’s cross to follow Him

When quietness is broken by the cooing of a dove

When sorrow is the token of a severed life-long love

When far and wide the countryside is like a bride’s soft smile

When the groom first beholds Her beauty walking up the aisle

When we, often too willing to believe the worst are blessed

(If we believe) after death’s chilling Must, with Heaven’s best

When Character develops through the pruning of the ‘shoot’

Where childhood is the envelope that cups a tree of fruit

When life anoints the cadaver of winter-spent facade

And fills the halls of nature with the wonderment of God

When daffodil delights the hill that doffed white cloth somehow

When sight is humbled by the proof of God’s four-season vow

When who we were at first creation is not who we are

Because the Author of Salvation wears the Scapegoat’s scar

When, what may feel like far too late ‘neath judgment’s damning eye

By God’s kind grace is the cocoon before the butterfly

© Janet Martin

 How great are his signs, how mighty his wonders!

 His kingdom is an eternal kingdom; his dominion endures from generation to generation.

Daniel 4:3