Showing posts with label soul-mate. Show all posts
Showing posts with label soul-mate. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

All, Thanks to Poetry

One of my beautiful poet-friends has a birthday today. 
Happy Birthday Sasha.
 
Your live-for-the-love-of-it Happy-ness has often made my day!
I'm ever grateful that we met in the wide world of cyber-space all because of poetry!

 Another common interest we share is gardening...




From inkwells held in earth and sky
The poets glean their art
Thought-pictures for the inner eye
To hang upon the heart

What friendship poetry inspires
There is no far or near
Upon the hearth where poem-fires
Kindle both smile and tear

My dear, the ancient poet yet
Ignites insight and goals
Because on paper stage they let
The scenes that stirred their souls

All kith and kin alike are we
Which meet among these tomes
A world apart, yet family
Because of love of poems

Ah, you are there and I am here
How blessed we are to be
Part of a world of soulmates, dear
All, thanks to poetry

© Janet Martin



Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Love's Jackpot




 From Emily of New Moon


It is nice to be loved
Love makes us feel so good
But there is something unsurpassed
To feeling understood

How lovelier love’s kiss
When heart-to-hearts reveal
Someone who truly understands
Exactly how we feel

To love and to be loved
Evokes love’s common sighs
But to feel fully understood
Is like winning love’s prize

© Janet Martin

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Kindred Souls





To touch you in this way,
To feel you there…somewhere
Beyond my window-pane, we meet
And scale hope’s common stair

The passion of a poem
Is like no other rush
Save for the artist as he spills
Thought-oceans from his brush

There are no walls out here
Let blood and ink collide
We stroll the star-strung atmosphere
And trace its turbid tide

For we are kindred souls
As heart to heart we’re held
Within the motion of a poem
Where ink and music meld

© Janet Martin

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

At the Mercy of the Muse...




Enchanting insanity
Double-edged bliss
Of tormenting misery
Disguised in a kiss
…that kiss leaves me wanting
And hungry for more
So I reach for the taunting
Where mysteries implore
As I grasp for its drenching
I resist, then beseech
The lyrical quenching
Just beyond my reach…

I cannot bear it
And oh, yet I must 
Fling into the air its
Glitter of dust
Beguiling whisper
Driving me mad
But if she should leave me
I would be so sad
For Muse is a soul-mate
With venomous kiss
Muse is a lover
Of bittersweet bliss

© Janet Martin

Alexandria, it really is a doubled-edge brutal bliss:)

Thursday, November 1, 2012

I Feel Your Lips Smile





I feel your lips smile softly in the dark
The quiet swells; an ocean without form
I rest my head where retrospect is warm
A summer’s eve as autumn’s stance grows stark
The surge of centuries claims one more day
October sheds her final farewell leaf
Her shoulders droop; fall’s lithesome dance is brief
And leaf by leaf her garment drifts away
The darkness cannot shield the thought of you
A thousand midnights cannot seal your sigh
I crawl to kiss October’s feet good-bye
She fades across a field of frosted dew
The echo of her past rides on the breeze
I hold it fast in ageless memories

***

Is there an antidote for loneliness?
And is it found within a crowded crowd?
Where images are wearying and loud?
The night is kinder in its wantonness
I lean into its still, somber embrace
Its solace is both friend and enemy
Exposing both the best and worst of me
I feel your lips smile, soft against my face
A soul-mate comprehends unuttered thought
Spilling into night’s deep and onyx hole
As we exchange the language of the soul
Not chained in word or shared in ink-formed jot
But rendered to each other part by part
As we converse in whispers of the heart

***

The by and by of summer’s twilight waits
Even for deviant poets such as us
The noise of plebeian masses fume and fuss
October’s farewell tolls and dissipates
As up into the froth of sequined air
The ebb and flow of moments coalesce
We tremble; the portend of love’s caress
Is almost more than you and I can bear
The hour plods toward November’s dawn
We cannot halt its winnowing intent
How soon, how soon another year is spent
As tears of autumn deck the street and lawn
Ah, this is life; so much of love to learn
I feel your lips smile; I smile in return

© Janet Martin

Saturday, October 20, 2012

The Wide World Over...




Above is the road from my house if I turn left...Below is the road if I turn right.The farm on the left side is 'the old home place' where I grew up with nine siblings; five boys, five girls and hard-working mom and dad.




You are nothing like me…
Where you have come from
or what has shaped you
is so unlike my own walk
of highs and lows
that life has led me through thus far
and yet
you are so much like me
in every way
as a universal kin-ship
binds close the heart
because love and longing
cannot decipher
twixt beggars and kings
and hope is the common ethereal cord
to which we cling
as we laugh, weep,
pray, stumble sing,
hold and let go
through common needs
of daily living
of love's taking 
and its giving
where time is a wave
reclaiming each and every thing
that once it gave
whether trembling or brave
we hope and trust
to a common end
of cradle to grave 
and
dust to dust

© Janet Martin

The title of this book on my sister's blog struck me.

…as for beyond the grave,
we each must choose to make

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Soul-song


http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2011/12/think-tank-thursday.html


If you listen
Well, I guess that
You won’t hear a thing
It’s another kind
Of language
Caught in whispers
Deep within
And I can feel my heartbeat
In a tender sort of pain
Its timbre, blue and bitter-sweet
Yet, warm as summer rain
I feel it rise within me
In a sweeping melody
As its tenure rushes through me
Like a storm on midnight’s sea
For its whisper is an ocean
Yet its ocean but a sigh
And its lone proof of existence
Is a teardrop in my eye
If you listen closely
Well, you still won’t hear a thing
But I can hear it clearly
In a montage deep within
Its lips upon my memory
And its voice against each breath
Its notes a sudden longing
And an aching in my chest
Not a flicker, not a murmur
Not a single, tiny trace
Of the orchestra within me
But the half-smile on my face

J~

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Loving Him (re-post)


Loving him

The most beautiful thing

She has ever done

Wild rivers run

Home-fires glow

Within her soul

At last she knows

She is whole

Dreams spawn

More dreams

'To love and to cherish'

But it seems

These dreams

Will perish

Loving him

Wild rivers run

The most unbearable thing

She has ever done

J~

Thursday, August 12, 2010

August Evening Song.....



The cottage that I call my home is bathed in rose-pink glow
And all around me petals fall like bits of colored snow
The robin and the meadow lark call faintly through the mist
While I can feel the saddened smile of summer softly kissed

To weep would be a foolish thing in such a glorious hour
For I can hear the cricket sing among the fern and flower
The breeze that danced on spring’s plateau has tear-drops in her sigh
And in her kindred breath I know she knows the end is nigh

Across the flaming western stage the navy curtains fall
I see the fluttering of a page; I hear a somber call
But far above God lights the first small star to grace the blue
Symbol of everlasting love and promises come true

Now nature lifts in subdued tones her offering of praise
Drifting to eternal thrones beyond this earth-dimmed maze
A universal symphony of summer’s plaintive song
An August evening melody trembling ‘cross the lawn

The shadow of the willow limb begs me to join her dancing
And in the misty moonlight dim with pale white glow enhancing
The carpet where small bare feet run all through the livelong day
I fall into the pleading arms of midnight’s gentle sway

The cottage that I call my home appears forlorn; morose
Beneath the blue and violet tones as heaven holds her close
But she like I is captured by this warm exotic power
As August with her mystic sigh reveres this solemn hour

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Janet Martin

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Soul-mates of a New Kind.....



Comrades of like mind
Soul-mates of a new kind
Oft I would linger with you
While the finger of mist and dew
Brushes the roses on the arbor
Lulls the waves beyond the harbor
I stay with you for I can hear
In your gaze so blue, so clear
The Voice of our Creator
Daylight distracts with color and flavor
But you, O night, wrap your
Dark arms around me
I’m glad I found you
And you found me
For we are soul mates
Of a different kind
Kindred spirits
Of moon light and wind
And tranquility
Marred at dawn
By humanity

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Janet Martin