hesitant spring

Wood block print from MET Japanese collection

hb_JP3341

 

rough and tumble games

prince haru with palace view

does not join his peers

will he be next emperor?

late snow covers plum blossoms

 

moisture’s dew point

Kim at dVerse Poets hosts “rain” quadrille (44 words) prompt this week…

 

mist hangs thin veil

covers landscape, 

shrouds horizon.

sky heavy with humidity

air’s mood presses in,

mildly claustrophobic;

when clouds cannot rain.

 

hair hangs thick veil

covers face,

shrouds emotion.

heart heavy with futility

mind’s mood presses in,

wildly claustrophobic;

when tears cannot reign.

 

 

seasons strum

Chevrefeuille’s Heeding Haiku “fusion” challenge at Mindlovemisery’sMenagerie.

 

from a treetop
emptiness dropped down
in a cicada shell
~
black forest
whatever you may say
a morning of snow

©️Basho (1644-1694), translated by Reichhold

 

 

IMG_4536

photo by lynn

cicada solo

serenades empty forest

sing before it snows

 

©️ lynn__

hope wears white

CDHK weekend fusion challenge: fuse two haiku, then create troiku…

 

temple bells die out
the fragrant blossoms remain
a perfect evening

will we meet again
here at your flowering grave –
two white butterflies

© Basho

 

church bells’ somber ring
fragrance of casket flowers
butterflies wing hope

© lynn

 

church bell’s somber ring
ask for whom is it tolling?
time waits for no one

fragrance of casket flowers
roses, daisies, carnations
florals dress-up death

butterflies wing hope
loved by two mothers, i know
we will meet again

 

 

 

 

easter surprises

Etheree poem meets “bouquet and greenery” challenge at Ramblings of a Writer.

 

oh

festive

easter day

snowy outside

greenery indoors

we expect spring colors

winter white surprises world

garden bulbs hidden underground

bouquet of tulips brightens our feast

celebrate Son who died, then rose to life

 

IMG_3318

photo by lynn

 

 

count chocula aboard?

My tropical vacation dreams began to snap, crackle, pop when a mysterious caller milked my ear with the news, “You have won a trip on the Kellogg’s Caribbean Cruise line. The reduced price is a special, ‘k, and includes the total luxury cruise experience.” Crazy cocoa puffs! I was gonna enjoy drinks fruity, pebbles between my toes, and sun on my face.

A few weeks later, I was boarding the good ship, Lucky Charm; recently commissioned by Gen. Mills of the Chex navy. At the top of the gangway, we were greeted by our uniformed (uninformed?) Cap’n Crunch wearing a pirate’s hat. Passengers spread out across the deck to wave “Cheerio” to friends on the dock. As we were leaving port, I noticed the life rings looked unnervingly like giant froot loops and the inflatable rafts rather like puffed wheat.

At our first port of call, I felt thirsty so joined the queue at the island cider shack, Apple Jack’s. Back on board, I listened to a live country music band, the Corn Flakes, just for kix. They played their #1 hit, Harvest Crunch, but the lead singer’s voice was too husky for my taste. After a fabulous buffet meal featuring crab alpha, bits of caviar, sushi, and other sole food, we were entertained by a magician doing trix with silly rabbits. I decided to retire to my bunk early.

 

188637-250x250-Cruise-Ship-Clipart-3

 

awakened by noise

fear of cereal killer

on mystery ship

 

 

 

 

 

 


Haibun in response to Lillian’s fantastical noodling poetics at dVerse Poets!

castaway

Carpe Diem “Crossroads” challenge to fuse two haiku into one. 


 

Ozaki Hosai

Ozaki Hosai

on the field
where evening has died out,
my footsteps

the heart
that seeks something
I release to the sea

© Ozaki Hosai (revised by Chèvrefeuille)

 

 

fading with daylight

washed to sea by searching tide

footprints of the heart

© lynn__

 

IMG_6045

photo by lynn

shades of azul

-idea and image from Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

andes glacial melt

rocky rim of turquoise lake

mountains pierce azure

 

 

Paron_Lake

Paron Lake, Peru

tarashikomi style

Tweetspeak poets at the MET Japanese art exhibit…

 

gold fold-screen panel

graceful brushstrokes of mottled ink

lone tree jags bare sky

artful monk desires fuyu—

persimmon,  red-orange ripe

 

*note: persimmon’s Latin name means “food of the gods”

 

hb_57.156.3

by Sakai Hoitsu, 1816

con-fuzzed (sans caffeine)

 

mental mist

fuzzes horizon here

in world’s small bubble

of murky emotions

and fogged forgetfulness

how to know which way to go?

aimless pointing in

indecision’s direction

la futura obscura

 

 

let’s go dutch!

dVerse challenge to write a poem to “bridge the gap” between two book quotes…

IMG_6752

 

“You American Calvinists have done pretty well at preserving the major and minor melodies of the Genevan Psalter. Psalm 42, 68 and 73 are all in your Psalter Hymnal.” (1)

Need a windmill erected or a canal dug?
leave it to the Dutch who reclaimed their land
from the sea and their church from the Arminians.

The frozen chosen sing hymns loud and proud
yet aren’t opposed to a cold beer after baling hay.

Dutch immigrants left old country and old folks
verwelkomen to America. The old ways hung on:
check planting, milking Holsteins, tulip festivals.

Some people think Dutch Calvinists are stodgy;
it’s plain stubbornness, which serves them well.

They are a resourceful, hard working lot;
thrifty, loyal as orange, clean to a fault and
possessing an earthy sense of humor.

“It was the Dutch who discovered that adding the Common Juniper’s dark blue berries to a strong but tasteless and colorless liquor gave it a unique taste.” note: gin was first called “hollands” (2)

 


  1. p. 27, Style & Class by Sietze Buning
  2. p. 45, North AmericanTrees, Fandex Family Field Guide

(not) just for kicks

A quadrille muddle at dVerse Poets pub this week…

 

it’s chores time on our family farm
calves gathered in a huddle
to vaccinate from microbe harm
we chase them, catch ‘n cuddle

sometimes the work goes like a charm
sometimes the herd’s befuddled
calves vs. farmers by the barn
in an unlucky, mucky muddle!

 

 

IMG_6519

“innocence”  –  lynn

Previous Older Entries