life’s locomotive rumbles down track with muscled horsepower multiplied once it leaves station, cannot turn back so one must trust train is well-supplied.
who is the engineer guiding this train? he’s the one who knows the destination he stays at throttle through sunshine-rain brings it safely through line’s every station.
i know the conductor, he’s engineer’s son, my worn ticket he will stamp and receive i’ll travel with him till my journey is done; holy faith-powered…you too can believe!
At dVerse poets’ pub, Punam invites us to travel by train. My oldest son worked as a train engineerand gave us this framed print which hangs in our home. “Santa Fe” is translated “holy faith”.
Linking to dVerse poetics and feeling nostalgic with Lillian this evening…
in comfortable chair with eager arms she opens book to uncover its charms from pages living letters, words escape in visions of an author’s storyscape; such rich imaginations fill her head with true ideals, aspiring soul is fed. her heart in chest does real affection swell how many pleasant hours she’ll not tell; another’s point of view now understood to grow inside with character proves good. she wanders on from scene to shining scene and wonders what a metaphor might mean. reader will thrill at unexpected plot; whether one owns a signed copy or not.
Linking to dVerse where Bjorn hosts onomatopoeia poetry prompt…
clouds gather darkly thunder rrrumbles wind whooshes wild through trembling trees; leaves twitter with ppips of raindrops…plopps on gravel road…drumms atop car roof; aloof to river rapids churling, swirling swiftly along, rushing, gushing underneath old bridge as it creaks rustily.
Mono no aware is not only “a Japanese idiom for the awareness of … the transience of things.” It’s a paradigm through which the Japanese view life.Linking this haibun to dVerse where Frank hosts.
Neighborhood cats chase one another through backyards, loudly caterwauling in the night. Five interested toms follow one breathless tabby who flees under the deck. Food dish is ignored in this spring mating frenzy. Once she’s bred, hormones calm, kittens develop and toms slink away.
Lilacs bud in May, one of the first blossoms to appear. The tight buds open to a thousand tiny flowerets, blooming in bunches of profligate purple display. The delicate scent of each cluster concentrates on fragrant breezes. After a few days, the heads wither and flowers fall.
Young couple speaks wedding vows on sunny May day. The bride wears sleeveless lace gown with tiny corseted waist and magnificent hoop skirt. A fingertip veil, lacey wristlets, and ballet flats complete her bridal finery. She dies of asthma complications a month past their 4th anniversary.
brief season of life actors pass across the stage cherish spring vignettes
orange city celebrates the dutch colorful beds of tulips you’ll see rich almond pastries (we eat too much) look! baton twirlers lead marching band big parade horses know master’s touch view provincial dress and wooden shoes, enjoy quilt show, dutch dancers and such hear street organ and singers for free real delft displayed in museum’s hutch
This form is a “magic 9” poem with 9 lines of 9 syllables each; rhyme scheme of abacadaba.
bitten by the snake, poison circulates system. venom on the tongue, with desire to bite back.
why live on blade of bitterness? if offender will not be offended; yet stabbed more hearts than one when chose another over dear son.
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Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave it to the wrath of God, for it is written, “Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord.” (Romans 12:19, ESV)
a poem in my pocket 
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