Friday, November 30, 2018

Ageless, Timeless...Poetry



 Happy Birthday, Lucy Maud Montgomery
(a kindred spirit)
A highlight on our east-trip this fall 
was visiting the birthplace of one of my all-time favourite authors!





Ageless, the angst of ink and pen
Where poem-painters thirst
Feeling betimes most blessed ‘mongst men
And bitter-sweetly cursed

Timeless, the taunt of airborne font
That tries the heart of thought
And wages wars where word and want
Must meld in metered jot

Ageless, an hour’s arabesque
Luring the poet where
Each flower is a writing desk
And every leaf a chair

Timeless, the love of poetry
And wonder's appetite
Where pray God, there will always be
A poem left to write

© Janet Martin

my 'keepsake' from her house...







One More Morning...

PAD Challenge day 30! Oh my, time flies when we're having poem-fun. 
Can't believe another Chapbook challenge is done!
For today’s prompt, take the phrase “One More (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles include: “One More Time,” “One More Night,” or “One More Piece of Chocolate.” 
I hope you have one more poem in you.



More than thin air unraveled to the touch of you and I
More than the strumming of the wind in leafless lullaby
More than another prelude to dusk’s shadow-showdown-sod
Unfolds the morn like one more lovely love-letter from God

More than soft mist that wafts above the onset of new day
More than untasted wonder waiting for our hip-hooray
More than a place to scavenge in the search for happiness
Unfolds the fabric of far more than one more morning less

More than the means to getting older than we were before
More than fodder to feed the hunger of the troubadour
More than the span of hope hinged to man’s utter want and need
Unfolds from mercy’s matrix more than morning’s common creed

More than man’s beg-and-borrow, work-to-earn-our-buttered-bread
More than the day before tomorrow’s sun-and-sorrow thread
More than a pan to fry the fish of fancy’s wanderlust
Unfolds the freeway of far more than one more morning’s Must

Ah, this is more than one more morning filling up the sky
We ought to take fair warning for the night is drawing nigh
Where we ought not to waste the jewel in dawn’s treasure-trove
Of one more day of grace to tell the good news of God’s love

© Janet Martin


 But I will sing of your strength, 
in the morning I will sing of your love; 
for you are my fortress, 
my refuge in times of trouble.
Psalm 59:16

Thursday, November 29, 2018

Show and Tell...




Tell them with words and show
Them with touch...
That you love 
them, oh
So very
Much

Don't be afraid to say
What's in your heart
Who knows, today
we may be 
called to
 part

So tell them with words and show
them with touch
That you love
them oh
So very,
very
much

Janet Martin



With Nothing But Now! Some Thursday Thought!


 What fires your get-up-and-go-motor in the morning?


I love you, precious person
Still near enough to kiss
Lord, keep my eyes-arms-heart wide open
To what I'd hate to miss!

***

 Who-wherever you are
In Whatever WHAT-IS grants 
remember today is a rare
once-in-a-lifetime dance!

***

a full time job, this How
to handle joy and strife
where what we make of here and now
Is what becomes a life 

***

how holy is each hour, love
that draws us near the part
where legacy of life will prove
the lordship of the heart

***

Be careful if you think
that time is on your side
its very elemental wink
Holds eternity's door wide

Thus, while Now grants God's grace
we, with Faith's utmost care 
Should, while Time lends its breath of days
For death's big place prepare

***

Keep your chin up, 
darling lover of flowers
Laugh where time's cup 
runneth over with hours
For soon with svelte 
silver stars sparkle-spun
Winter will melt 
in warm puddles of sun

***

Make Certain the course toward life's final goal
where day-to-day diamonds are strung
where hallowed workouts will not save your soul
Or keep you forever young
So take a good look in the mirror, my dear
so as not to be tricked by surprise
If the god that you serve grows more wrinkled each year
You have the wrong god in your eyes
 ***
Workouts and days have this in common; they require only one move at a time
...not the whole she-bang at once!
Doesn't that give you a right-foot-left-foot bounce?!

***
Leave What Was where it rests
Learn to let go somehow
Enough, enough, the Stuff that tests
The ever-present Now

Look; love pours gold-blush-blue
Through heaven’s vaulted heights
Where Old is overcome with New
On which to set our sights

The ghost of days gone by
Can never touch the place
Where Mercy rends the roof of sky
With unmerited grace

Come then, for soon today
Is overcome with stars
And all its moments sealed away
In dust-collected jars

So, leave what was behind
Lest in its vain employ
We miss the perfect time to find
Love’s ever-present joy

© Janet Martin



Wednesday, November 28, 2018

Not-Talkin'-'bout-Gettin'-Old Mood

PAD Challenge day 28: For today’s prompt, write a mood poem. Your poem could set the mood. Or it could be about a mood. Maybe display someone in a mood, whether that’s mad, sad, happy, or some other mood.




Gray broods above woodland and field
That showcased green and gold
It moans in undertones that wield
The ways and means of days that yield
To Bygone’s boundless hold
The bare bones of the tree revealed
Where leaf had spun a winsome shield
Before the cold,
The bitter cold

No bare feet dance across the yard
No bloom breaks budded cage
Time hangs a sentimental card
Above earth’s jilted boulevard
Gilded with silvered sage
To taunt the tempo-stricken bard
With rhythms dashed, now soft, now hard
Against a page
A begging page

A solemn reverence consumes
Thought’s once-quite-carefree cast
Where tender turbulence of blooms
Of perfumed pink and purple plumes
Of green-leaf’s lowered mast
Melts poetry across the tombs
Of summer’s silenced living-rooms
Pressed to the past
Sweet, soulful past

The wind wails like a wand’ring waif
Or loneliest of men
A wonder-world of echoes chafes
Where no stout heart is spared or safe
From winter’s wilding yen
Or battering of snow-starred strafe
Where none can rend the binding raphe
Twixt now and then
Fixed now and then

Love longs for something out of range
It throbs for more than ‘us’
Caught between all nothing can change
Where fall is bound to rearrange
The walls and halls abuzz
With whispers that seduce-estrange
Always on missions to exchange
‘This is’ to was
What is to was

© Janet Martin


 One of the moodiest, saddest songs I've heard!