Showing posts with label wanderlust. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wanderlust. Show all posts

Thursday, May 1, 2014

Let's Call it a Day





A carry-over from the PAD challenge prompt yesterday; let's call it a day! Guess what; it is almost sunny!! We have been and are going to be wet, wet, wet for a little while yet...

Let’s call it a day
I know, it isn’t night
But Time has much too much to tease
A poet’s appetite
And I would hate to miss
Its marvel of romance
Because I didn’t taste its kisses
When I had the chance

Maybe another day
We’ll work til way past dark
But now I want to hear the hope
Of bud bejeweled bark
And Time waits for no man
Although we dare not shirk
Our Duty for too long, sometimes
We need a break from work

The wanderer is rich
In things money can’t buy
He marvels how the earth flows like
A freeway to the sky
And every season God
Embellishes its lea
With miracles to rare for word
In nature’s poetry

So, let’s call it a day
Though it is barely noon
The banister where children play
Outgrows us far too soon
And how sad it would be
To grow old without rhyme
Missing God’s poetry because
We didn’t have the time

© Janet Martin



Friday, April 26, 2013

Our Haste or Hour-haste





Come, said the green meadow, all giddy with gold, 
Wage feeds the body but I feed the soul.


Ah, emerald rush beneath the sky
Coaxing, inviting us to lie
Beneath the sweep of aural blue
But we have too much work to do

The pattern of an hour’s haste
Forbids us to be still and taste
Ambrosia of rain-washed breeze
Or spring’s sun-swaddled fantasies

The blue hills taunt from skyline shores
The green field beckons and implores
That we should come, wander awhile
Where gentler things of living smile

Ah, emerald rush of spring’s glad green
Here Mother Nature is a queen
Inviting pilgrim’s, one and all
To feast in her grand banquet hall

We ought to heed her pleasant plea
Climb to her lap of luxury
We ought to take the time to kneel
Beneath the grace of Bezaleel

The head, though it may be so smart
Should heed the whisper of the heart
How pitiful to sadly waste
A lifetime, bound by hour-haste

© Janet Martin






Friday, May 18, 2012

When Trying to Appease Wanderlust remember...



Way out there
On the other side
Of where earth and heaven meet
Is someone's
Ordinary day
On an ordinary street

Way out there
On that ethereal line
Where the sea touches the sky
Is another gulf
Of open space
Stretching to the by and by

Way out there
Where the timber-line
Bars the dreamers view
Another piece
Of land and sky
Exists- same green, same blue

© Janet Martin