red hatter

01 Apr 2020 15 Comments

by lynn__ in rhyming verse Tags: , , , , , , ,

 

yes, growing older
but not “elderly” yet
in fact, feeling bolder
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make statement of fashion
wearing purple and red
deep colors of passion
circle hats upon heads

fun club for ten lassies
monthly travels around
visit places quite classy
while laughter abounds

we live and we learn
shop & dine as an art
the education we earn
keeps brain cells smart

if you see us round town
please give us a smile
we’re the happy red hatters
“live-out-loud” is our style!

 

 

Linking to dVerse Poets pub where Sarah hosts “seeing red” poetry prompt!

our best HOPE!

01 Apr 2020 Leave a comment

by lynn__ in Uncategorized

look up in pandemic

25 Mar 2020 17 Comments

by lynn__ in quote, rhyming verse, tercet, Uncategorized Tags: , , , , ,

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such times of great loss can open our eyes

to see truth more clearly and recognize lies

will you find any comfort in political ties?

 

a plague is upon us, mutant Covid-19

streets almost empty, few people are seen

how can we possibly wash our hands clean?

 

ashes to ashes, we chant mournful tune

whoever thought they would die so soon?

“barn’s burnt down, now i can see moon.”

 

in night’s deepest darkness, the Light brightly shines

to show us the path in these difficult times:

“Do not be afraid…because you are Mine!”

 

will we humble ourselves, even kneel down to pray

asking God to forgive our proud wandering ways?

may He grant us his mercy and restore us today.

 

 

Linking to dVerse Poets pub where Mish encourages us to write on this quote:  “Barn’s burnt down, now I can see the moon” – Mizuta Masahide. 

Photo by Fusion Medical Animation on Unsplash.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

safe sanctuary

18 Mar 2020 6 Comments

by lynn__ in free verse, prayer, worship Tags: , , , , ,

 

close restaurants
and coffee shops,
take away my chai
latte and stuffed crab,
hang the last TP rolls
from nearest tree, and
cancel church services

even if infected with
coronavirus at home
(my childhood home
was on corona street)
& quarantined, i will
yet have a sanctuary
for my heart to rest

within the soul’s home
found in Yahweh/God
whose name is breath;
i breathe His presence
as close as a heartbeat,
prayers whispered and
translated by the Spirit

forever and ever amen.

 

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mariner’s musings

17 Mar 2020 19 Comments

by lynn__ in tercet Tags: , , , , , , ,

 

when warmer air stirs sweet memories on
those youthful days when he sailed waves of sea
feeling of freedom worth dreaming upon

he watched the sky in experienced way
and listened for foghorn’s woeful low sound
to safely guide ship back into the bay

love of the sea understood beyond speech
lives on after old sailor’s laid to rest
like signal of lighthouse on rocky beach

 

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Laura Bloomsbury challenges us to write three tercets in pentameter (optional) with set rhyme scheme. Linking to dVerse Poets…

capricious cupid

16 Mar 2020 15 Comments

by lynn__ in prosery, Uncategorized

 

Remembering crushes of puppy love and youthful dating experiences, I don’t know why I was surprised…every time love started or ended, the rest of the world faded into the background. Romantic tunnel vision of a new love found or an old love lost always claims intense focus.

The angst of the question answered by plucking daisy petals…he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me? Daydreams of mutual admiration, chance meetings, sweet conversations, drinking in their eyes, perhaps a soft kiss. Memorizing the beloved’s face while mesmerized by their smile.

The emotional wreckage of a relational break up and subsequent painful questions of why, why not, why not us? The second guessing and the blame game are all consuming. Disappointment, anger, and loneliness mingle in tears wiped on sleeves, pillows and friend’s shoulder.

Infatuation is fickle but a promise is forever.

 

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Diamond brooch – Ruby Lane

 

At dVerse poets pub, Merril  challenges us to write prosery of 144 words including the line (bold) from Jane Hirshfield’s poem, “I Want to Be Surprised.”

grandma’s kitchen

13 Mar 2020 Leave a comment

by lynn__ in Uncategorized

 

so much depends upon

the stainless tea kettle

whistling

on bisque enamel stove

next to bunch of yellow

ripened bananas and a

 warm batch

of  ginger crackle cookies.

 

William Carlos Williams’ poem about the red wheelbarrow inspired this poem…

paint chip poetry

06 Mar 2020 2 Comments

by lynn__ in poem for children, rhyming verse Tags: , , , , ,

 

what the world needs?
ask any child and they’ll say:
swimming pool in my backyard
or smiling dandelion bouquet!

turn world into arboretum
smell the wonderful wisteria
pass around free cotton candy
play in full moon lit mysteria

please rub on that gold genie lamp
and send us all to summer camp!

 

 

Linking to Linda’s paint chip poetry prompt here…

 

 

b is for boaz

04 Mar 2020 9 Comments

by lynn__ in Uncategorized

 

baby boy
bouncy baby boy
beautiful bouncy baby boy
big beautiful bouncy baby boy

brother to four
older sister-mothers
who coo when you cry,
“you know that we love you!”

breast-fed and chubby
with soft rolls of charm
your smiling blue eyes
and adorable dimples

grandma’s ticklish touch
triggers wiggly giggles
you’re round and delightful,
sweet-cheeked apple of my eye!

 

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a martian education

02 Mar 2020 18 Comments

by lynn__ in haibun Tags: , , , , ,

Linking this haibun to dVerse Poets pub where Frank Tassone is our host…

 

Mars, that ready, ruddy, rusty, dusty planet hangs between Earth and Jupiter; named for the Roman god of War. We contemplate his heavenly body in the mighty month of March: muscular, iron clad, and vengeful.  Is not war an erupting march to madness, leaving black death and blood-stained pockmarks in its wake?!

Violent dust storms, extreme seasons, and an atmosphere of carbon dioxide make Mars inhospitable yet aerospace scientists dream of manned flights to the fourth planet. My sons participated in a Mars project where 6th graders designed a biosphere for future immigrants. We once visited an abandoned biosphere in Arizona where personnel’s’ personal relationships were the demise of the mission.

Ray Bradbury’s Martian Chronicles and C.S. Lewis’ Space Trilogy put science fiction on the cultural map, stretching literary minds and stirring curiosity in our celestial, terrestrial neighbor beyond our moon. In Lewis’ Out of the Silent Planet, Oyarsa, the ruling power of Malacandra (a.k.a. Mars), declares,

”The weakest of my people does not fear death. It is the Bent One, the lord of your world, who wastes your lives and befouls them with flying from what you know will overtake you in the end. If you were subjects of Maleldil [God of Malacandra] you would have peace.”

 

mars’ olympus mons;

civilization’s high peak–

active volcano?

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image courtesy of NASA

Uncle Jim

27 Feb 2020 5 Comments

by lynn__ in Uncategorized

 

we’re passing shadows
from dust to dust again;
Jim’s baptism~memorial
marked in same church.

his body now laid to rest
soul released into glory;
farmer planted in the soil
harvest is brought home.

casket bouquet features
corn, fishing pole, tractor;
children, grands & greats,
fruit of faithful marriage.

he outlived son & one lung,
now breathes heaven’s air;
entered the land of living…
those left behind will come

 

 

 

ash wednesday

26 Feb 2020 Leave a comment

by lynn__ in Uncategorized

fallen…in rebellion

we are but broken twigs

fuel for feeding the fire;

ephemoral ash and smoke

all black-tarred with sticky guilt

destined for eternal combustion

in hot flames of the Almighty’s

justifiable wrath;  pure holiness

cannot ignore injustice and

violence interminably nor can

Love itself tolerate ingrates’ hate.

his heart weeps as he sweeps

the good earth clean again in

a purifying inferno.

 

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forgiven…lifted up

by Grace we learn to

see our true selves as

repentant and redeemed;

washed joyous clean again

in the blood of the Son’s one

done sacrifice;  destined for

eternal restored relationship

with our Creator/Father

who in open-armed mercy

accepts us in Agape love itself

which transforms our earthly

mirror images to reflect light

of perfecting peace.

 

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