storm recedes

virus from China
hurricane unleashed on world
hunker down inside
when we dare remove our masks
feel the sun on our faces


My father died last year of covid-induced, late-onset dementia. But he lived a full 87 years and by God’s grace, we’ll see each other again someday! Joining Chevrefeuile at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai today.

beachcombers

do you see that little seashell?
left from wave swell
so delicate—
i would like it.

it’s that freckled one over there
exposed to air
lying on sand
reach out your hand.

now, did you see that seashell move?
get it, my love
make a quick grab
—a hermit crab!


Grace invites us to write “minute poems” at dVerse Poets pub. A Minute Poem has 60 syllables, 3 quatrains of 8-4-4-4 syllable lines, and aabb-ccdd-eeff rhyme scheme.

epitaph

“After last night’s storm the tulip petals are strewn across the patio where they mortally fluttered.”– from Church, a poem by Jim Harrison

She lost her best friend…
husband and loyal confidant,
devoted father, avid fisherman;
a man for his time and beyond
who served country, church
and community well. He bloomed.

Did he enjoy flowers? He receives
them now with thin-petaled eyes
closed, smile line of lips stilled,
silent as the cancer that spread.

Like delicate flowers, we too are
seeded, planted, nurtured, watered,
weeded, sometimes uprooted, and
lovingly tended to our fragile end…
when God plucks and gathers us
into his eternally beautiful bouquet.

The grass withers and the flowers fall…”


Thanks to Linda Lee Lyberg for dVerse poets prompt to write inspired by line from Jim Harrison’s poetry. Written in memory of Norm De Boom…for Sherry.

iowa elements

when winter gales blow
and temps drop below
as wind chills near zero,
even chicken lips quiver.

when windows wear frost
and ditches seem lost
under snowdrifts tossed,
how cow udders shiver.

if not properly dressed
by forecast impressed,
a farmHER could freeze liver!


A shivering quadrille (44 words) offered for dVerse poets, prompt hosted by Merril.

state of the world (2)

do not be afraid

we cannot see whole picture

love shall overcome

we must look beyond ourselves

Jesus Christ offers us HOPE!

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state of the world

too easy angered,

people succumb to hatred

news gives me the chills

dissidents forced to conform

who can save us from ourselves?

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A tanka linked to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai hosted by Chevrefeuille.

love’s sacrifice

 

LOVE is a strange beautiful mix of suffering and satisfaction.

take up your cross and follow

peace on earth

One of our joys with grandchildren nearby is to attend their school and Sunday School Christmas programs. It seems especially appropriate for children to share the good news of a special child’s birth. We smile at the fidgeting boys and shy girls as they line up on stage to take turns at a microphone. We’re gratified when they memorize their lines and speak (or read) them loud and clear.

But even if they stumble over the words or costumes, the effect is delightful. Our hearts warm to little cherubs softly singing “Away in a Manger” with motions and thrill to children’s choir belting out “NOEL, NOEL” to raise the roof.  A tingling rendition of “O Holy Night” played with color-coded hand bells is simply beautiful to our ears and surely must be to God’s as well. Thanks be to Him for his indescribable gift!

carols sung, bells rung

girl Mary holds baby doll

child’s heart of worship

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Lisa hosts first haibun Monday of the new year at dVerse poetics…come join us!

destination: jubilation

You have shown me the path of life;
in your presence is fullness of joy,
with eternal pleasures at your right hand. Ps. 16:11

 

 

Jesus, JESUS
you are my JOY!
fountain of Life,
Lover of my soul
you shine the Way
as Alpha and Omega
(Beginning to End) of
my earthly JOURNEY…

…another Year past is
yet a Day closer to
Father and YOU!
Speed us on with
your Spirit, protect
us by your Angels,
and bring us safely
home, FREE at last!

 

 


“Free at last” phrase from Dr. Martin Luther King’s “I Have a Dream” speech.

tuna cat

Tuna, baby
you’re the one
you make playtime
so much fun
Tuna, baby
i’m meow-fully
fond of you.

my son & daughter-in-love’s cat, Tuna

You’re a love ball
made of fur
and we love to
hear you purr
Tuna, baby
we’re meow-fully
fond of you.

(Sung to the tune of “Rubber Ducky” by Bert on Sesame Street)

human race rondeau

“I think there’s just one kind of folks. Folks.” ~quote from Harper Lee in “To Kill A Mockingbird”, 1960.

I think there’s just one kind of folks.
In sinful hearts injustice soaks
To face ourselves is awful bind
Smug arrogance can make us blind
In victimhood momentum chokes.

True, different folks need different strokes
But racial focus racism stokes
Humanity bleeds red we’ll find
I think there’s just one kind of folks.

Abusive labels hate invokes
Hatred and fear division tokes
You may be privilege defined
My ancestors worse than unkind
We must end slurs, insults, bad jokes
I think there’s just one kind of folks…Folks!


A rondeau is a French form of poetry composed of 15 lines, each contain 8-10 syllables. Rondeaux are a fixed verse form of three stanzas: a quintet, a quatrain, and a sestet. The first line of first stanza serves as refrain repeated in the last line of second and third stanzas. Rondeaux have rhyme scheme as follows, with “R” representing the refrain: AABBA AABR AABBAR.

all must die

“Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.” Psalm 90:12

note gray hairs
another wrinkle
an ache in bones
or problems with
private plumbing

forget a name or
why (oh why?) you
came into the room
then go back again
to seek missing key

the key to wisdom:
remember you die
but why (oh why)?
death comes by sin
it’s without & within

fear of death and
God’s wrath; we
deserve both yet
He bore worst of
both for you, me

believe in Son
sent from the One
in whom justice
and mercy meet;
our Father & home


Inspired by sermon on Psalm 90 today by Pastor John Lee.

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