Showing posts with label self-portrait. Show all posts
Showing posts with label self-portrait. Show all posts

Monday, April 2, 2018

Portait of a Middle-aged Mother

PAD Challenge day 2: For today’s prompt, write a portrait poem.

"Don't wait for me" said their mother
to daughters oblivious of heart-shores where 
waves of spent wars crash...



Pastoral splay the days and years
Where hope and heartache war
Life's storm of seasons disappears
Like waves that dash the shore

She stands to gaze across the maze
That drew Her from her youth
Where gossamer of yesterdays
Exhales Time's timeless truth

...as hallowed halls of Nothing New
Carve from hallmarks of dirt
An echo-lavished avenue
Of happiness and hurt

Which dream was granted or withheld
Right now she can't recall
The thorn and rose of loving meld
Like shadows on a wall 

Janet~

Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Who Am I? Just a Girl... Answering the question at Dverse today



 
Dipping my toes into the Dverse pool...

Today's prompt: I am who I am but tomorrow, who know?

For today’s Quadrille (a poem of 44 words: no more, no less – not including the title), create a self-portrait.  Perhaps it will be a snapshot of you in some moment of time. Or a taste of your tastes. Or a glimpse into the conglomeration of you — are we perhaps the ultimate nesting doll? Many of us post photos or images with our poems so in this instance, it could be a recent photo; a photo taken in your sepia days; a picture of something you cherish that in essence tells us who you are; an abstract drawing or a flower or animal or color that you ascribe to yourself. Try to make the image complementary to your words.
So, think about it for awhile. Who are you? No one word to include in this prompt….just asking you to create some type of self portrait that you’re comfortable sharing. Let your words be your palette and make broad or fine brush strokes as you wish. You’re the artist here!

Here is a taste of my tastes...



Just a girl who loves to think
Addicted to ink
Night-owl and
Early riser
Troubadour

Merchant of moments
Awed by God
Rhymer of reason and season-song
Tea-drinker, only if there is no coffee
In love with life and the Author of it
Never bored


Monday, April 7, 2014

An Acrostic for Self-portrait prompt



 PAD Challenge day 7: write a self-portrait poem

Just a simple girl; daughter, sister, mother and wife
Amazed at God’s gifts to the world and my life
Night-owl when seduced by a word or a thought
Educated? By the world’s standards I’m not
That’s me

Rolling pin collector and lover of rhyme
Under the tutelage of a teacher called Time
Thinker, often quiet with sudden bits of crazy
Homebody; my favorite wild-bloom is a daisy

Mother and wife; I am humbled and awed
And oft would run scared, but for patience of God
Rover of coppice, moorland, meadow, grove
Thankful for gardens and laughter and love
Incredibly blessed; undeservedly so
Normal? not really, but by God’s grace I go…

© Janet Ruth Martin


On Painting A Self-portrait...



 PAD Challenge day 7: Write a self-portrait poem

How does one paint a portrait
Of a Person deep within
Beyond her common flesh-blood form
Embodiment of skin

A curious sort of creature
Lured by wanderlust of ink
Drawn to a midnight madrigal
Or morning’s begging brink

Long I have stared; who is she?
That strange, familiar face
Tormented by a melody
In Time’s tick-tock embrace

And what are her true colors?
My brush pauses, for she
Is every shade of blue-gray-green
Gold-pink-red poetry

Who is this blessed word-beggar?
And where did she come from?
Or how does she truly describe
This one her kids call ‘mom’?

Ah, she is child-girl-woman
And she is mother-wife
Lover, loner, thankful thinker
To God for this; her life

© Janet Martin