Showing posts with label lonely. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lonely. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Ah, Great Lonesome...





 I know I posted this song not so long ago here but listening to this tune evokes a Great Lonesome until...

Ah, Great Lonesome, you would kill me
Spread like cancer through my soul
Not for lack of smiles and kisses
But for That which makes me Whole
Tell me, cold and nameless Hunger
What is it you covet so?
Tormenting both old and younger
With a hollow, weeping throe

Ah, Great Lonesome, fearless hunter
Stalking wonder for its prize
Taking prisoners without pity
Lodging in Want’s thankless sighs
Tell me, sad and silent stranger
What is it you strive to seek?
Without pardon or permission
You trace teardrops on my cheek

Ah Great Lonesome, haunting fetter
But for tender triumph where
I can flee; a pining beggar
At the mercy of a prayer
Here, upon Love’s lavish promise
Though you taunt and weep and wail
I am safe within the comfort
Of One Love that cannot fail

© Janet Martin


Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Of Sorrow and Sovereignty





Down the road in a bed for two she sleeps, when she can
Alone
Somehow, on a night like this when I hear the wind grovel
And moan
I think that lonely is lonelier and the dark night darker
…more cold
And I think of that widow who wonders how she will bear her grief
Until she is old
Then, I shed a tear and plead to One who knows each sorrow
And each grief
And I pray that somehow He will hold her now and let her
Find relief

© Janet Martin

Please, if you care, pray for this widow with a large family. Often I think of her, but even more so when the wind is screaming and tearing at the night.

Isa. 61 begins with the good tidings of salvation...
 The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me, Because the LORD has anointed me To bring good news to the afflicted; He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, To proclaim liberty to captives And freedom to prisoners; To proclaim the favorable year of the LORD And the day of vengeance of our God; To comfort all who mourn,…Isa.61:1-2

Thursday, November 21, 2013

The Hidden Cost




Writer's Digest  PAD challenge, day 21
For today’s prompt, write a secret message poem.

its cavern gapes beneath her skin
electronic friends expand its void
their 'selfies' cannot share her pain
somehow technology destroyed
the most important thing of all
she feels as though she has no choice
eight hundred friends; no one to call
oh, how she craves the sound of 'voice'

Janet Martin

okay, the message isn't very secret...I'll try again if I can:)


Friday, December 21, 2012

If You Could Talk Would you Tell Me?




Are you lonesome tonight?
Is that a tear in your sigh?
Do you find yourself searching
for days long gone by?
Do you miss that soft evening
of silver-green grass
Where we never considered
the hours that passed
as you strummed the fair lily
and she closed her dark eyes
sweetly content
beneath your lullabies
Oh, do you wonder
where the moments have gone
as you whimper and wander
in the dark all alone
over a thoroughfare
stripped of its gold
where Time’s grand proprietor
brazen and bold
steals from beneath you
the moments that be
swept to the hollow
of sweet memory
I hear you rushing
outside my front door
invisible ocean
without form or shore
You howl at my window
just beyond my sight
Cold, roving wind
Are you lonesome tonight?

© Janet Martin

The wind is howling tonight...he sounds sort of lonely.





Wednesday, November 14, 2012

You Are but He IS...





You are no respecter of persons
In the tropics,
At the Arctic
And all points in-between
You indulge the pauper
The preacher, the child
The writer of songs
Or the queen
How subtly you bleed your presence
Through the laughter of a crowd
And when they’ve gone home
In the silence
You are there
Crooning, ruthless and proud
With never an invitation
And never a stuttered caress
You thrive in the hollow of wanting
You are
Loneliness

There is One who does not leave us hopeless
To grovel in longings despair
He covers the earth with a whisper
And draws us to Him in a prayer
He breathes through the power of darkness
And pierces our grief with His hope
He is the great Father of comfort
When in fear’s dark valley we grope
And He will not leave nor forsake us
Wherever on earth we may trod
He is a faithful companion
He IS God


© Janet Martin  

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Where Does Lost Love Go?


Where does lost love go?
Is there a resting place
For all those tender words of love
I spoke against your face?

Where does lost love go?
I have not wandered where
The tombstones read ‘here lies love lost’
In graveyards of despair

Where does lost love go?
Perhaps it tunes the moan
Of midnight’s February wind
As I listen, alone

© Janet

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

But For The Ticking Clock


But for the ticking clock
…the cloud-filtered moon
But for whispered comfort
In midnight’s rare tune
But for the murmur
Of you in my thought
The pining of moments
Instilled on my cot
But for the tempo
Of longing and love
The rising and falling
Of winds from above
But for the dreaming
And hope that it spawns
Knowing the darkest dark
Pales in the dawn
But for a pillow
And one lone starlight
It would be a cold
And a silent night…

© J~

Monday, January 30, 2012

The Coldest Cold

They use words like ‘family’ and ‘home’
He blows on his cold coffee, blinking hard
And pretends he is not listening
While the hollowness expands in his soul

Laughing, they gather mittens and scarves
Chatting incessantly through lingered farewells
Of ‘see you soon’ and words like ‘friend’
He has never known their warmth nor they his depth of bitter cold

His cold cannot be soothed by mittens or scarves
Even the box that he calls home is warm
In comparison to the chilling agony in his soul
As an eternal echo weeps alone, alone, alone

Oh, he’s known a family of sorts, gathered around
The warming stove of an old rubbish bin 
But its members come and go, or die
And they all suffer the plight of an unbearable chill

Once a passing gentleman yelled ‘God loves you, son’
Tossed him a coin and patted himself on the back
Returning to the comfort of home-fires, behind closed doors
While outside the chill grew deeper, freezing the tears in his soul

Janet~



Saturday, November 19, 2011

Adding to my Suspicions

You crumple the blue clouds into a dark ball Adding a chill to each breath you exhale You strip away lingering petals of fall And petrify frostily, dawn’s misty veil You slip your fingers beneath my coat-collar And laugh, as I shiver at your icy clutch Gathering your troops, you sweep into the hollow Where flowers relinquished their blooms to your touch You moan at my doorway and rattle the window Grabbing my attention from embers that glow And I must admit you have raised my suspicions… …I think you are holding a world full of snow Janet Martin

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Nightingale's Tears



The nightingale chorus
Floats on the dark lea
Over the grave
‘neath the weathered pine tree
High on its limb
Like molten light
Its note takes wing
To seer the night
Where no tear has warmed
The cold, hard stone
Just a nightingale’s song
O’er a grave unknown
The moon may weep
The wind may moan
The nightingale's tears
Brush the cold gray stone

Janet~

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

The Color of Lonely



The word ‘lonely’ can not tell you
Just how lonely it can be
It does not echo the tick of the clock
As I wait here quietly
And reach to touch the color
Of its somnolent caress
But it seems to me I cannot
See what color lonely is…..
As melancholy whispers
Sigh through April’s naked trees
Alone, alone it murmurs
In the rain and on the breeze
Yet no one can quite tell you
How lonely ‘lonely’ is….
Or how it can fill you
With an aching tenderness

The shadow where the willow sways
And purple midnight falls
Is tinted in dark, moody grays
A damp and morbid shawl
The tap that drips in perfect time
And off-beat symmetry
To the ticking of the clock
Is a lonesome melody
As minutes become hours
Before hours turn to days
And ‘lonely’ with a thousand hands
Cannot be brushed away
Or moved into a corner
Where it cannot interfere
‘Lonely’ is the color
Of a poet’s heart, I fear

Janet~

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Nothing New.....


So perhaps then you think this is something new
And no one has ever felt quite like you
You love him; he loves you, incomparable bliss
Surely no one has ever felt quite like this
Well my dear girl, though I’m quite happy for you
Let me just reassure you, this is nothing new

Young love, the sparkle of life in your eye
Young love, perhaps a mother’s envy
And yet there’s a gleam that can never replace
The sparkle that glows on a young love’s face
For the fervor of love that is tried and true
Is still dearer by far, also nothing new

A broken heart hurts the self-same way
As it did in the very most ancient of day
Betrayal, regret and the sound of good-bye
Did then and will still bring a tear to the eye
Be it joy or grief that comes to me or you
The truth of it is, it is nothing new

Ships sail, birds fly, youth dreams, and aged die
We wish, we pray and somehow life just slips away
We fail, we succeed, we hope, we need
And every now and then a dream comes true
Yet this as well is nothing new

Janet~

The thing that hath been,
It is that which shall be;
And that which is done
Is that which shall be done;
And there is no new thing under the sun. Eccles. 1:9

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Desire.....



I would like to tell you what I’m thinking
There’s so much that I would like to say
I’d like to walk with you in this fair evening
But darling, you are just too far way

I’d like to see the way the moonlight glances
Off your face where tender memories sway
I’d like to see the way the night enhances
You; but you are just too far away

I’d like to tell you with my touches
The things that my two lips can never say
But my dear I’ve come to know that such is
Love; for you are just too far away

I would like to tell you what I’m thinking
With your heartbeat needing what I say
I would like to be with you this evening
But my darling, you’re too far away

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Janet Martin

Monday, August 23, 2010

So What.....


The curtain was drawn
But I saw their shadows
Where the lamplight shone
From the pale gold windows
Staring at me; as if I were a waif
With no where to go
As if I were looking for love
What can windows know?
And so what if two figures
Blended as one
And I heard their laughter
While I was alone
I was simply passing
Out for some air
So what if they’re laughing
I don’t really care

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Janet Martin

Monday, August 16, 2010

Contradictions.....



I didn’t know lonely could hurt so good
Or feel so soothingly bad
I didn’t know that loving you would
Be the best pain I’ve ever had
And I didn’t know that stars fall from the sky
And land in the glow of a loved ones eye
No I didn’t know loving could hurt me so good
And make me feel happily sad

I didn’t know empty arms could over flow
With an unbearable ache
Or that happiness can grow and grow
But cause a heart to break
And I didn’t know silence could be so loud
Or loneliness greatest in a crowd
No I didn’t know loving could hurt me so
Yet heal each secret ache

I didn’t know lonely until I met you
Or did we really meet?
I didn’t know the joy of bitter brew
Until I tasted sweet
And I didn’t know that misery
Can be such beautiful company
Nor did I know that missing you
Would make my life complete

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Janet Martin

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Picnic....


I remember when I hugged you at your grade eight prom
My dear, I loved you like a second mom
Now the years have come between us and I want to cry
Too much mascara cannot hide the hunger in your eye….

Your leopard print mini skirt your stiletto heels
Can’t make me forget August picnics in the field
Picking wild flowers, chasing butterflies
I still see the little girl behind the black mascara eyes….

We all make mistakes, oh; I know I’ve made mine
But after the rain the sun always shines
I know you’re not a little girl anymore
And I’d like to dry the black mascara teardrops on the floor

We could go for a picnic like we did way back then
Some things are not so different as they were when you were ten
We could pick wild flowers, gaze up at the August sky
….too much mascara cannot hide the hunger in your eyes

Janet Martin
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Monday, June 28, 2010

Mere Existence


Shall we cower forever in a shadow?
Afraid to fly
Or stand inside a darkened window
Gazing at the sky
Shall we live without a dream?
And never dance
Or die and never live because
We took no chance……

If I stay in the darkness
What’s the use?
I can’t soar in a dungeon
Turn me loose
If I have laughed
I’ll shed no bitter tear
Missing you will be a cross
I’ll gladly bear

Today we live,
Tomorrow we may die
Sip gladly from love’s chalice
Dance and fly
Tremble in the arms
Of life’s embrace
Lest we should live and die
Without a trace

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Janet Martin

Thursday, May 6, 2010

For Loving You.....


I hate it when I miss you by a minute or a mile
When I just want to kiss you or at least to see your smile
When all I really need is just your whisper in my ear
Your crazy little nothings or your sentiments so dear…..
I hate it when the missing you takes over every part
And I just want to be with you against your beating heart
When midnight is the morning or the noon or end of day
Because when we’re together somehow time just slips away
Oh, I hate it but I love it and there’s nothing I can do
It simply is the consequence my dear, for loving you

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Janet Martin

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

So Long....


You said that you’d be back soon
I’d hardly notice you were gone
When you said it I believed you
So why does it seem so long
The grass and lilies turn their smiles
To tired, weary frowns
And all the sun-tanned cottagers
Have moved back into town
The garden-gate is swinging
On its rusty broken hinge
A melody in minor key
I hover on its fringe
For I’m still waiting for you
Oh you were so wrong
If you said you’d be back soon
Why does it seem so long?

The ribbon of sweet September
Is drooping in the snow
And I cannot remember
What we said so long ago
Except that you once told me
You would be back soon
It's haunting echo holds me
Beneath the April moon
While spring melts into summer
On a misty midnight sea
And in a sad strange way
I feel you here with me
When I’m awake I hear you
A low and mournful song
If you said you’d be back soon
Why does it seem so long?

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Janet Martin

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Musing.....


In silent muse I sit with you
As shades of dusk are creeping
With purple hues the twilight view
Is dimmed ‘neath heavens keeping
And whilst a sigh slips from the sky
In low and somber breezes
It stirs my mind, this sullen wind
It taunts, torments and teases

I’ve never heard you say a word
In musings solemn hour
But we have seen the muted green
And watched the slumbering flower
The kiss of dew from velvet blue
Has been both warm and chilling
And we have shared a wordless prayer
Been strong and weak and willing

The misty hues and silver-blues
Have wrapped a shawl around us
You and I beneath a sky
Where night-time drops around us
Here we sit as stars are lit
A thousand miles apart
And yet I see you here with me
And feel you in my heart

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Janet Martin