American sentence for Merril’s “echo” prompt at dVerse poets pub…
Nightmares repeat as echoes (echoes) of our
repressed fears (fears) reverberating.
photo by Arthur Tress
shwooshing
07 Dec 2019 4 Comments
in tanka Tags: cold, fire, moon, skiers, snow, wasssail
Joining in Frank Tassone‘s “Cold Moon” challenge…
cross country skiers
under december’s cold moon
track on virgin snow
night’s romantic trek ends with
hot wassail by yule log fire
image: the daring gourmet
the baptist
05 Dec 2019 6 Comments
by wind and camel’s hair caressed
a loud voice cries in wilderness
to homeless hearts
what did you come out to see?
crowded with expectancy
in restless desert
wonder how honey-dipped locusts taste?
wonder how to survive in this place?
ask shameless questions
watch and wait on wet line in sand
listen to ranting of wild man
young fearless prophet
the word calls hearers to repent
prepare the way by spirit sent
for helpless sinners
stand on brink of riverbank steep
wade out to where the water’s deep
hold breathless moment
messiah is here! raise your eyes
in holy sandals (yet untied)
steps our boundless hope
Linking to Laura Bloombury’s poetics on “less is more” at dVerse poets pub…
suspended in time
04 Dec 2019 Leave a comment
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai’s tan renga challenge to add 2 lines to this classic haiku…
old pond
a frog jumps in
sound of water
© Basho (Tr. Chèvrefeuille)
hear ker-ploosh of Basho’s frog
… haiku kai ripples outward
© lynn__
a mother’s love
26 Nov 2019 9 Comments
A memorial haibun on theme of gratitude for dVerse poets pub…
I keep precious photos and letters. They were in love. Mommy, a happy socialite, married handsome Navy pilot. Small town girl found fun living in big city. We shared a Valentine birthday. She doted on me, her firstborn. Our bond was tight but unraveled when asthma flared with another pregnancy and took her life’s breath. I wore her lace wedding dress and ring.
I hold dear memories and momentos. We needed love. Mom, a quiet beauty, married indebted widower. Girl from same small town already living in big city. We shared Daddy’s heart. She accepted me as her first child. Nightmares and tantrums threatened to unravel us but she patiently parented until we grew into love’s tight bond. She gave me the best brother and education.
My heart swells with gratitude for each mother’s unique and vital influence on my life. I carry both of them in my heart and thank God for graciously gifting me (twice) with a mother’s love!
lone tree uprooted
memories of former days
wood warms us by fire
warbler’s laugh
25 Nov 2019 Leave a comment
in tanka Tags: party, spring, tea, veranda, warbler
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai‘s weekend tanka challenge…
A spring warbler casts
A dropping on the rice cakes —
The veranda edge. © Basho
you little party pooper
ruined our afternoon tea! © lynn__
bush warbler
broken chords
19 Nov 2019 15 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: alabaster, carousel, dishwasher, elbows, heartsong, love, work
she stares at him
elbows akimbo and
painfully pointed, as
white alabaster shall
shatter to tiny tinkling
shards of heartsong
he doesn’t notice,
yet if never, how it
feels to desire, aching
for words; arms bent
to work longer, such
urgent cows in kilts
fast clipper sails piano
lingers on guitar strum
dishwasher humming
wet wipers swish back
and forth; passengers
on dismal carousel ride
A free verse surrealistic poem for dVerse Poetics.
play for keeps
11 Nov 2019 2 Comments
in quadrille Tags: confidence, faith, heart, life, memories, smile
keep the best memories
let unpleasant ones go
keep faith in truth
turn from all false-ness
keep forward movement
stop procrastination now
keep expressing your heart
ignore rude criticism
keep head held high
don’t lose confidence
keep smiling at life
watch life smile back!
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Too late to link but inspired by Kim at dVerse to write quadrille (44 words) on “keep”.
follow
10 Nov 2019 2 Comments
in tanka Tags: follow, God, heart, prayer, voice
follow still small voice
where it quietly leads you
let God speak to heart
you may be an answer to
another person’s prayer
Link to #wispwrit#Writing#Challenge...and dedicated to my friend, Marie 🙂
into the shadows
08 Nov 2019 6 Comments
in free verse, question poem Tags: black, cat, death, ignorance, shadows, truck
searching for any witnesses,
he questioned as if suspect:
“where were you?” he probed
“in my room,” a shocked reply
(nowhere near bloodied body)
at least, victim didn’t feel much,
unexpected and instantaneous.
trucker on road never slowed,
could not see in night’s blackness
didn’t notice impact, drove on.
circles under eyes mark grief
remembered as good mother;
affectionate, gave warm gifts.
she’d lived life until the ninth
when bad luck found black cat.
how often we commit dark deeds;
does ignorance prove innocence?
Linking to dVerse poets. This “mystery” poem fits previous prompt (shades of black) and current prompt (changing perspective). Written in third person about our barn cat found on the road but also thinking of a former acquaintance who was struck by a truck and killed. It’s always sad when animals die but how much more a human being?!
summer evening
29 Oct 2019 7 Comments
in haiku series, troiku Tags: crawdads, evening, fireflies, grass, minnows, moon, pool, prairie, summer, wind
longing for the grass
at the bottom of the pool
those fireflies.
© Buson
longing for the grass
blades wave under prairie wind
rustle in ditches
at bottom of pool
crawdads and minnows asleep
moon passes over
elusive fireflies
hide in long grasses near pond
flicker on and off
© lynn
Image and troiku challenge celebrating Carpe Diem Haiku Kai’s 7th anniversary!
