Showing posts with label wikem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wikem. Show all posts

Thursday, June 25, 2015

Of Moments At Large



 It's Wikem day...perhaps the last official one for a while but who doesn't use wikipedia on a regular basis?;-)

'Time has long been a major subject of study'  Wikipedia.  

(anyone who reads this blog knows that I constantly try to capture its fullness, but cannot)


From Kindergarten 

to Grade 8 in a blink... 

Sasha's topic fits in well with the season, but then Time is always in season!

Its longing dismembers our best intention
Its friendships forgive vexing voids that gape
And bleed through our bearing; its intervention
Is sure and pure without substance or shape

Here it is, there it was, here come new pages
We cannot rein in its invisible tide
Poured in moments that meld to the ages
Sealed in thought-cages somewhere deep inside

Darling, the newness of morning amazes
Soon the sun blazes and melts it away
Vortex of triumph and loss interlaces
In faraway places of Yesterday

Once we were new to the way of its graces
Vowing we would not submit to its charge
Like our forefathers, but soon our faces
Wear fool-proof kisses of moments at large

© Janet Martin


Friday, June 19, 2015

The Love of June

(really wet then quick cold to hot is making for a brief peony season;( so we enjoy now as much as we can!)

Here is my weekly wikem on June:
June is the month with the longest daylight hours of the year. Wikipedia


If lent the chance my feet would dance across Her flowered dress
Without a break for slumber; unencumbered by Due’s call
Where she has spread above our heads a great celestial ball
And planted earth in gardens spilling rainbow happiness

If nature had a law that could be bent it would be June
We would extend the hours of Her stay and stretch the place
That seems to tease and put at ease the care-worn human face
Kissing us with appointments beneath arc of willow-tune

Even the critic is hard pressed to pinpoint valid flaws
She tilts his chin to marvel at the colors of her smile
And fills the fields with daisies; clover-hazy lanes beguile
The most industrious of creatures to relent and pause…

…to taste the haste of honeyed-noon dripping from heaven’s spoon
To drink the pink of peony and ponder as we stroll
The bud and how it holds within its folds a perfect soul
And proof of our ineptness to improve the love of June


© Janet Martin

Friday, June 12, 2015

To Fetes of Concentration or To the Man in the Moon

Pareidolia (/pærɨˈdliə/ parr-i-DOH-lee-ə) is a psychological phenomenon involving a stimulus (an image or a sound) which is perceived as significant. Wikipedia

Tuning in to Wikem-day a little late. Our internet still is not working very well.



You make me want to love you
but love is held at bay
A wall of years, 
celestial-spheres
and comet-tear highways
like perpetual taunting
orbits isles between
a sea of wish and wanting
for all
that could have been

You make me want to love you
but love alone can't break
with pleading smiles
and bleeding Whiles
the miles that separate
 so we resign to silence
on either end of space
...I blow a kiss 
through time's abyss
to press upon your 
face

Janet~

Thursday, June 4, 2015

...When It Is Summer

It's wikem-day! hurray!  

... but when it is summer in the Northern Hemisphere it is winter in the Southern Hemisphere, and vice versa. wikipedia



It’s silver-frothed laughter a-drift on gold dusk
Soft-clothed in chambray of red roses and musk
A mist mantled meadow, dew-dust elixir
Of dawn dipped in diamonds when it is summer

It’s dinner aboard flora-frigates of June
Its pink morning moorings and high blue-sky noon
Where dog-days and heatwaves and green free-ways blur
And we are all neighbors when it is summer

It’s bare-feet in flip-flops, time’s sun-sparkle splash  
It’s lingering on maple-drawn shadow-sash
Its cricket-choirs, camp-fires, earth-wide garden-rooms
Its Color unstoppered from flasks filled with blooms

It’s shores washed with sea-song and corridors hung
With ponds full of children and fronds jewel-strung
Its bracken-strewn hollows where bronze breezes stir  
The lap-lap of hours when it is summer



© Janet Martin


Friday, May 29, 2015

Finding My Mind...Wandering



I’m a day late with Thursday’s wikem. Thank-you Sasha, for the weekly inspiration! 

A mind /ˈmnd/ is the set of cognitive faculties that enables consciousness, perception, thinking, judgement, and memory—a characteristic of humans, but which also may apply to other life forms




The trees are humming my favorite song
And I am trying to follow along

For in its new-born-green-leaf melody
My mind turns both friend and enemy

Letting me linger while letting me down
Fleet-fingered vortex vexing mortal crown

Keeping enough to let me know the rest
Somehow got lost in life’s juggle and jest

Where, like a clenched fist Thought tries to hold on
As time inhales and exhales, dusk, then dawn

While ever filling archives of the mind
Scattering pieces that I cannot find

But just now, when the blue breeze ran its grin
Over leaves, like Green-sleeves on a violin

...I heard a melody stirred in its twirl
Of half-woman and half yesterday’s girl

And I am inclined to allow my mind
To look for the pieces that it cannot find

Because, quite frankly, I find that my mind
Is a bit like a dandelion in the wind...

© Janet Martin

Friday, May 22, 2015

Blue Is The Color of Good-bye

 Surveys in the US and Europe show that blue is the colour most commonly associated with harmony, faithfulness, confidence, distance, infinity, the imagination, cold, and sometimes with sadness wikipedia


Blue is the color
On the spectrum
Between
The now
That is
And the what-
Has-been

Darling, the air is
Saturated
With hello
Where I
Underestimated
The longevity of
Good-bye

Blue is a bastion
Its ether hold
Throbs with 
the past in
Juxtaposed
Eons
Of gold

Blue in boundless
Shades
Fills Time's pleading eyes
Bleeding with the aftermath
Of
Inevitable
Goodbyes


© Janet Martin

Linking to wikems today:)

Good-bye Vera Wideman. Rest in Peace.

Hugs and prayers to you, Keith and Dar
on the loss of dear Mother.