comatose to sin

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trapped in cold death-like torpor
reptilian claws
aggressive if awakened
fallen out of eden’s tree
posting poetic prose
20 Feb 2026 Leave a comment
in senryu Tags: ashes, comatose, death, eden, iguana, sin, torpor, tree
comatose to sin

trapped in cold death-like torpor
reptilian claws
aggressive if awakened
fallen out of eden’s tree
18 Feb 2026 7 Comments

dawn’s existential
questions ask me:
what am i good at?
and what do i love?
i love my husband;
after all these years,
i am rather good at
loving this hu-man
(by now, we have a
mutual understanding
that most differences
aren’t worth a fight)
i need to write…
feel compelled to,
fulfilled in; may i
say i’m good at it?
poetry is universal
language; to bask in
bare beauty of words
is to love like a nerd
prayer is life breath,
God is always near
whether or not i can
feel (or love) Him
Jesus is easy to love
but harder to obey…
“we love because he
first loved us,” yes!
____________
Quote from 1 John 4:19. Written in response to journal prompt/pic by Dawn at:
https://enthusiasticallydawn.com/2026/02/15/all-the-love-journal-prompts-week-3
Also check out dVerse poets where Sanaa hosts “The Evolution of Love”.
06 Feb 2026 13 Comments
in cascade Tags: america, Ben Franklin, flag, honor, patriotism, republic

“We have a republic, if you can keep it!”
to quote Ben Franklin, a founding father;
patriotism was his badge of honor.
Immigrants come, none desire to leave;
she’s flawed, yet best free country to claim —
ours is a republic, if we can keep it!
Paid agitators stir up trouble to divide,
we must hang together (or die separately)
to quote Ben Franklin, our founding father
Let’s observe America’s 250th birthday,
celebrate together stars & stripes forever
since patriotism is a badge of honor!
The cascade is not a difficult form to understand. You will use each line from your first stanza in subsequent stanzas. For example, if your first stanza is three lines, your will have four stanzas. The first line of your first stanza becomes the last line of the second stanza. The second line of the first stanza becomes the last line of your second stanza, and so on. – Merril hosts MTB at dVerse
06 Feb 2026 3 Comments
in tanka Tags: confession, forgiveness, guilt, Jesus, mercy, repentance, sin
guilt weighs bitterly
self chokes on confession but
forgiveness tastes sweet
real repentance turns around
God delights to show mercy
Look around, even within, and recognize the brokenness of sin. Look up to Jesus and find a fresh start…again!
04 Feb 2026 19 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: dental floss, love, pearls, sheep, simile, smile, teeth
We’re smiling at dVerse where Dora hosts Poetics and serves similes…
(credit: AI image from adobe.com)

a smile is like a sweet simile
to what can it be compared?
much more than simply
an upside down frown or a
show-off row of perfect pearls
like Solomon’s ewes with twins,
Shakespeare’s half-murderous grin,
or Carroll’s elusive cat (doth scat)
my love’s desire is to coax yours,
your smile my wit’s reward as our
hearts entwine like dental floss
to what can poetry be compared?
aye, a simile is like your sweet smile!
02 Feb 2026 22 Comments
in haibun Tags: gopher, groundhog, news, prairie dog, weather
Sso, it’ss ground hog’ss day again, iss it? Ssay your s-ss with a whisstle and you can ssound like the gopher in Walt Dissney’ss “Winne-the-Pooh”. He’ss a favorite character for ssure and a good excusse to practisse your whisstling sskillss. Ssee what i mean?
Here’s the news from Pennsylvania reported by TODAY: “Around 7:30 a.m. local time, Phil’s handler retrieved him from his burrow, and the president of the Punxsutawney Groundhog Club said that Phil did indeed see his shadow…which means six more weeks of winter are ahead.”
It’s probably safer to be a ground hog in the Keystone State than a prairie dog in South Dakota. Hunting season is year round with no limit to the number of black-tailed prairie dogs you may shoot. It’s a way to control the prolific population and protect grasslands from degradation.
watch prairie dog town
heads pop up, tails disappear
curious critters

27 Jan 2026 17 Comments
in quadrille Tags: life, ocean, poem, rhyme, rhythm, ship, shore, trip, waves
A quadrille (44 words) for dVerse poets where Punam invites us to take a trip!
life’s poem logs distance trip;
soulful body-travel thru time
like one-way passage by ship
on waves of rhythm ‘n rhyme.
when reeling lost, lone, afraid
in ocean breakers’ angry roar,
trust good Captain who stays on
watch, steering us safe to shore!
“We have become his poetry, a re-created people that will fulfill the destiny he has given each of us, for we are joined to Jesus, the Anointed One. Even before we were born, God planned in advance our destiny and the good works we would do to fulfill it!”
(Ephesians 2:10 from The Passion Translation)
20 Jan 2026 29 Comments
in free verse Tags: snow, sun, white, ballet, diamond, drifts
winter night’s velvet-soft silence
shaken…
startle-dark rumble of snow thunder births
frosty six-pointed stars in original designs
to flutter-twirl down…
graceful ballet dancers
dressed in dazzle-white tutus,
falling into drifts…
their collective diamond-glitter fluff reflects
as sun’s morning rays break into joyful applause!
____________
Kim invites dVerse poets to write about our experience of snow…or the way i like to experience it 🙂
19 Jan 2026 1 Comment
in haiku Tags: eagle, field, talons, wings

wing feathers beat air
sharp eyes, beak, talons focus
eagle swoops on field
Surprised by bald eagle swooping down from sky to field in our backyard…did not get a photo through window!
16 Jan 2026 8 Comments
in ekphrastic Tags: diversity, rainbow, sexuality, suicide, transgender
This week the U.S. Supreme Court heard a case about transgender men in women’s sports but the lawyer could not define a woman legally. In a Senate hearing on abortion rights, a senator questioned a female doctor if men can get pregnant and she could not answer yes or no.
beauty in diversity exists;
does not require extremism
but confusion and chaos
reign in rainbow la la land
where scientists cannot
define a man or woman;
logic is left lying in dust,
basic biology debunked.
gender?? pretend it’s fluid…
while culture drowns in
silly sea of semantics;
riptides of asexual revolt.
denying reality doesn’t
make dreams materialize
confused youth deserve
compassion, not reasons
for mutilation; tell us why
“trans” suicide rate is high?
Linking to OLN with dVerse poets were Lillian hosts with ekphrastic prompt. Painting entitled “Mme Kupka among Verticals” by Frantisek Kupka, 1910-11.
I find the online stories of detransitioners like Chloe Cole, Christina Hineman, Prisha Mosley, and Lex Renick very compelling.
13 Jan 2026 22 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: baptism, chaplain, church, cornerstone, prison, walls
make one bad decision
or follow foolish friends
and train ride ends with
[ time inside the walls ]
hyper little boy in glasses
grew to be prison chaplain
found his niche ministering
[ to guys inside the walls ]
they have watched men die
but won’t cry except when
another sinner is baptized;
[ set free inside the walls ]
we’ve been taken through
frisked before entering gate
blessed to worship too with
[ church inside the walls ]
Melissa hosts poetics at the pub with Johnny Cash singing his Folsom Prison Blues…
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