breathe prayer of thanks

Following surgery to remove melanoma, my dear friend’s PET scan is clear…no sign of cancer!

 

sunshine after snow

perfume of spring in the air

laughing daffodils

 

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pond-erings

Sarah hosts “ekphrastic” poetry (inspired by visual art) at dVerse Poets!

 

Wheels
whizzing
on steep
downhill
bike path
trying to
avoid fallen
acorns and
slick goose
droppings
which may
skid tires
and flip a
rider over
handlebars
splashing
into cool
water and
algaed
scum of
Cooter’s
Pond…
may also
disturb
turtles or
crawdads
buried in
muddy
bottom

Whooaah!

 

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lonely or alone is a choice

Linking to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai‘s “loneliness” haibun prompt.

 

My husband and I don’t sleep together anymore. Yes, it happened slowly and yet it was by choice…my husband’s but I influenced him. As newlyweds buying furniture, I encouraged him to pick out a recliner but, not wanting to be a “lazy boy” by association, he declined.  

For years, I was a poor sleeper who desperately sought rest. I complained if awakened when hubby worked late (often), rose early (sometimes), or got up during night to check livestock (seasonal). My alert sensory apparatus took intense interest in all these nocturnal comings and goings. Worries about my husband’s apparent workaholism aggravated my insomnia. I was a co-dependent sleeper to a man who had little appreciation for circadian rhythms. 

Fast forward to time our middle son broke his leg and the doctor suggested he sleep in a recliner with his leg raised. I called my husband from the surgery center. “Honey, if you ever  wanted a recliner, now would be the time to buy one. Why don’t you go pick one out?” He did; it would be a life-changing decision.

Our son’s recovery led to my husband’s discovery…that recliner was comfortable! He could fall asleep to a movie without me grumbling about noise in bed. When calving season came, he would get up during the night, check cows, and spend remaining hours of darkness in the chair so as not to wake the queen. It eventually became a habit since we both slept better.

On vacation, camping or otherwise, we enjoy sleeping together…time apart seems to have a “honeymoon effect” when we reunite. And my husband knows he’s welcome to visit anytime!

 

ships pass in the night

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farmer snores in recliner

dear wife sleeps in peace

 

ominous chill

My attempt at “fusion” prompt (see CDHK) to fuse two haiku into one new one.

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the crow has flown away:

swaying in the evening sun,

a leafless tree.

 

over the wintry

forest, winds howl in rage

with no leaves to blow.

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raucous wind stirs crows

black “leaves” clinging to bare tree

murderous caws rise

© lynn__

 

 

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on weathering spring snowstorm

This could be a lullaby or children’s poem but kind of romantic too…what do you think?    The repeating question and rhythm is similar to a wonderful children’s bedtime book, Where Does the Brown Bear Go? by Nicki Weiss. 

 

where do red robins go

my love, do you know

where do red robins go

when it snows?

 

they hide in evergreen

branches, soft and low

they hide in evergreens

when it snows.

 

but where do sparrows go

my love, do you know

where little sparrows go

when it blows?

 

they don’t mind the cold

watch the birds to know

how to cuddle ~this~ close

when it blows!

 

 

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spiritual connection

 

Prayer is sharing an intimate conversation with God.

 

open the scripture

listen, study, meditate

speak response from heart

 

 

 

 


“One bun” (haibun of one line of prose plus haiku) in response to CDHK prompt.

 

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sand romance

Chevrefeuille is “romancing haiku” at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

 

love absorbs sun’s heat

footprints on secluded beach

warm kiss remembered

 

 

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green with envy

Joining Frank J. Tassone‘s haiku challenge: ataka (warmth)

 

some(where?) spring has sprung

if only could, i’d migrate

soak in ataka 

 

bench-garden-grass-evening

 

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first blossoms

Join Frank Tassone‘s haiku challenge…

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cherry trees will bud

float like soft pink petal clouds

hatsu hana spring

down the drain

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young boy abandoned by drunk father

grows up too fast tough in da’hood

cannot refuse “the brothers”

mother feels desperate

now he’s serving life

– s o l i t a r y –

confinement

silent

cell

 

 


“Nonet” of 9 lines, each with descending syllable count, formed unique shape…

mustangs of monterrey

 

wild horses gallop

through her mind’s long ago rooms

spirit whinnies free

wonders why they corralled her

in nursing home’s confined stall

 

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Linking to Toads’ Garden, inspired by Maya Angelou’s poem of “long ago rooms”

puzzling

i bought
a new giant
floor puzzle,
especially for
young grandson

a picture of
fascinating
creatures who
live under the
ocean waves

sharks, eels,
sting rays and
cute clownfish
anemones, stars,
and sea horses

but he chooses
the old favorite
floor puzzle of
familiar farm
animals…again

🙂


Joining Elsie at Ramblings of a Writer with theme”Under the Ocean”

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