Wednesday, January 16, 2019
Grand Stand-or-Sit Art Gallery
It's a grand stand-or-sit
Art Gallery
We can stay as long as we like
He doesn't mind a bit
And admission is free!
Winter unveils a gilt tableau
We pause, like we’ve never beheld
Unfurled murals of sky and snow
Where white-blue-silver-bronzed hues meld
Like a still-life of ancient days
The Artist exceeds man’s request
Perfection does not change His ways
His easel always holds the Best
Where earth is like a gallery
That showcases (always in part)
The flawless handiwork of He
Who is unrivaled in His art
To rich and poor His brush extends
His Masterpieces small and large
As all of earth and heaven bends
With signatures of God In Charge
© Janet Martin
Of Moments Such As These
Sometimes while the tots toddle and play in the snow...
... I snare a few pics as I waddle to and fro
seeking new wonders to devour
like winter's flower!
Through ramparts rife with stars and snow
Life's seasoned surges ebb and flow
Ah, storms subside then violets grow
On graves of winter spent
Where we of trial-and-error glove
Are always fitted with enough
To make the best of live-laugh-love
Beneath Time’s sky-wide tent
The tap-dance of Today soon dims
Where now a new arrangement brims
With never-before-wrested hymns
Soft-wrangled into place
For we, of mortal acumen
All students of love’s soul-full yen
Showcase footwork of ‘try again’
In ballrooms full of grace
This pain-and-pleasure albatross
This measure of both gain and loss
This heavy, treasure-laden cross
Can press us to our knees
To keep this frame of dust-to-dust
Dependent on hope’s humble trust
To curb the roar of wanderlust
With moments such as these
This oracle of day-to-day
Melts moments such as these away
Into the sum of do-and-say
A Very Holy Thing
As common molds of sleep and wake
Of hands we hold and bread we break
Turn Time into The Way We take
To bow before The King
© Janet Martin
Tuesday, January 15, 2019
Rhythm and Time
She feels the keys of ABC’s to find the notes that fit
the mood
Sometimes the song lilts, light as air; Sometimes it
broods, slow and subdued
Dissonant resonance reverberates and jars, its art
Vexes the Maestro that is often torn between the head and
heart
Darling, the days are dimming faster than they did when
we were young
And oh, it seems our chores and dreams dissolve like snow
upon the tongue
As doggerel and dirge enmesh, and wow, how have we come so far
And oh my love, is that a tear or did the heavens lend a
star
And tell me when we reach the part where the melody loses
time
Let’s make a pact to keep intact the tender rhythm of the
rhyme
© Janet Martin
I’m listening to Victoria feel out the keys on the piano
while learning a new song…
and it struck me how both musician and writer ‘feel’
the keys!
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