Martha Mason

Eureka, MT, USA

Pen Name: Letty
Date of Birth: 8/28/17
Place: Spirit Lake, ID
Parents: Al and Loretta Voem
Spouse: William Mason
Date of Marriage: 5/1/51
Children: 8
Education: High School
Current Occupation: Retired
Memberships: Editor's Choice, The National Library of Poetry, The International Poetry Hall of Fame, International Society of Poets
Honors and Awards: First place at the Lincoln County Fair (twice); Editors Choice Award; Outstanding Achievement in Poetry (1997)
Other Writings: Newspaper, Port Angeles, Washington; The Trail Journal; The Tobacco Valley News
Personal Note or Philosophical Statement: The beauty of nature has greatly influenced my desire to express my poetry for sharing with others.

Hidden Thoughts

Alone
I sing the song of hope
Alone
I read the stories that they wrote
how like myself they live alone.
Alone
I dream of words, stretching thoughts,
and seeing things, with tender eyes.
Only beauty and song can fill my world,
of poetic paradise.
Alone
At times my thoughts deceive me.
Scatter like some frightened birds.
Come and go, as if to tease me.
As I try searching for a word.
Alone
I walk the path, that nature casts
A small flower, or a tender blade of grass
All these to me can sing.
We build words, around these simple things.
Alone
I speak of love.
A meaning deep, a consuming natural thing.
A soul gift, dear to the heart.
All hopes center on it's fragile wings.
Alone
As we gather thoughts and store them
Carefully place them here and there.
We capture all the beauty,
That only dreamers share.

A Song Without Words
To my husband, William Mason

Folks whisper when they talk about it
The music no one can explain
It haunts us with no understanding
When the small stream starts to sing
It's a song without words that teases the soul
So deep and muffled at times
Like a veil that covers, you struggle to hear
To make the sweet rhythm keep time
The rocks start to roll, a few at a time
Then comes the beat of a drum
Just for a moment, the strains of a flute
That's when music begins
Like a great violinist, it tests once or twice
Out comes the sound, deep and clear
The excitement teases the heart and the mind
This happens in the fall of the year
Perhaps it's the festival of the seasons
As the summer is gone for a year
To celebrate the closing of summer
The autumn season is here

Secret Of A Rose

Oh, rose, what is your secret that made your petal fall?
Was it some secret thing, or did it happen not at all?
Is it tears that float around you, or is it make believe?
Your petal like a reason, a dream you can't conceive.
Oh, rose, are you hiding something, a love that's never been?
There is not the tarnish nor the joy on the flower or the stem,
But a lovely, lonely petal, like a precious kiss of dew,
Was it something that you put there, a treasure just for you?
If you painted, did a teardrop fall? Did you hide its lovely face?
Or the time you kissed a maiden, knowing in your heart it was too late,
Was it passion of that moment put the anger in its place,
Or was it something you could not share, or the bitterness erase?
Oh, rose, you are so fragile, did the petal lose its way?
Like a dream so soft red velvet, took a moment to be gay,
A lovely vision by itself, no reason or a sign,
Oh, rose, what is your secret? Will it too be lost in time?