writer’s blockhead

 

am i real writer or

perhaps dreamy dabbler?

skilled smithy of words or

unintelligible babbler?

can i complete homework

by end of the week?

my pen, now tongue-tied, can hardly speak!

when i begin online writing class

such baffling questions i myself ask!

 

pandemic fallout

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isolation
frays nerves
as relationship
thins

separation
fractures hearts
so socially dis-
tanced

emotion
roils beneath
an obfuscating
mask

frustration
muddles mind
in ubiquitous
protocol

expectation
within withers
when hope dis-
appoints

 


Incredulously, I may not visit my 87-year-old father as he struggles with Covid-19.  It seems the protocols are as deadly as the pandemic as many elderly have suffered from the fallout as much as the disease. 

slow melt

This snowman may look innocent

but there’s mischief in his eye

See that crooked little  smile…

you think he might be foreign spy?

Let’s celebrate these days with joy 

’til naughty snowman says “goodbye!”

evening epiphany

Great celestial conjugation

predicted by astronomers

at dusk of winter solstice

bright sign in evening sky

when giants Jupiter & Saturn

king & queen of the planets

slow dance in orbits aligned

(their last date was in 1623).

 

 

 

A reminder of the Christmas

star observed long ago by

astrologer kings who believe

announcement of royal birth

(under cruel rule of tyrant king)

travel across sands of time to

worship young King of kings

with such gifts to outshine stars!

 

 

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As I viewed this rare conjunction through binoculars, the song We Three Kings played on the car radio! https://youtu.be/ci-tSEifh4E

a warm retreat

A quadrille for dVerse poets hosted by Linda Lee Lyberg…

in heart of home
is hearth of stone
a cozy inglenook

all those who roam
are welcomed home
to familiar inglenook

tired souls feel inspired
near kindle logs fired
in blazing inglenook

after supper, table clear,
fond stories beg to hear
by comforting inglenook


INGLENOOK (noun, English) – A close intimate corner by a fireplace where people gather for warmth; from “ingle”, a hearth (Scots).

Stone-Fireplace

earth as a psalm

“To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night”  (Gibran)

moonlight on lake reflects your beauty
mountain stream repeats your song
to know and to glorify you, my duty
to admire your ways my whole life long
gold rays of sunlight reveal nature’s booty
from delicate flower to forest tree strong
all creatures created for your enjoyment
call humanity into your good employment

Written in octave form of 8 lines (octava, rima rhyme scheme)…prompted by Laura at dVerse poets.

traveling in the wilderness

 

 

when everyone wears masks

not just the thugs—who can

tell the difference between

bank teller or bank robber?

depends who holds the gun,

i suppose, that’s how it goes

down around town now?

coronavirus makes everyday

an unpaid masquerade

 

 

who misses the kisses?

what deprivation of hugs?

if love is to die for then

who can tell the difference

between death by covid or

death from a lonely heart?

carry them out dressed in

hazmat suits—travelers

in wilderness of contagion

 

 

Linking to dVerse poets where Sarah offers titles as writing prompt…

power of presence

Quadrille (44 words) on Lisa’s “abide” theme for dVerse. Based on Mark 4:35-41. (Background is Moseley Waves blue wallpaper)

Yesterday, Pastor John Lee preached on this text and reminded us that although God might not calm the storm outside, or quiet the storm inside us, Jesus always remains with us “in the boat”.

interstellar music

P rominent sister cluster

L aunched by cosmic Creator

E ngage celestial song

I n irrepressible praise

A bove benighted planet

D iamonds on black satin

E ver refract God’s glory

S even: sweet sum of wholeness

Written as an acrostic with seven syllables in each line; linking to dVerse

wu flu senryu

exposed to covid
wondering if you will die
slight cough a symptom?

 

 

Note on title: a friend dubbed Covid-19 the “Wu Flu” since it originated in Wuhan, China. Linking to dVerse poets where Frank J. Tassone hosts “jisei”; Japanese death poetry.

seduction in fur

eyes of molten gold
just might melt me
and my solid resolve
meow, Sir Siri, but
aren’t you a lapful?!
oh yes, you’re the
purrr-fect gentleman
standing by the door
with those cloying eyes
that beg to come IN!
if I were to acquiesce,
would you leap upon
the softest pillow and
claw me with incessant
requests for stroking?
insistent rubs for my
undivided attentions?
though born in a barn,
you’re a real charmer,
house cat wanna-be,
beggar extraordinaire!

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diversity at plymouth

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“Landing of Pilgrims” by Henry A. Bacon, 1877

november 1620
pilgrims land late, lost
with strangers in a strange land

such smallish ship
holds diverse perspectives
all agree on rules for unruly unity

possibilities vulnerable
nearly half don’t survive winter
makeshift common house hospital

native americans
share knowledge, resources,
reasons for thanksgiving

A quadrille on “possibilities” with dverse poets...

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