the invisibles


who go unseen by fine society?
the ones unnoticed and unheard today
they live invisible to you and me

on city streets with nowhere else to stay
he sits on curb, searches through garbage can
inside small tent or under bridge he’ll lay

she’s taught by pimp to satisfy the man
but now that she is pregnant, he’s enraged
he curses in her face, hits her with hand

they live forgotten in home for the aged
small rooms smell sour as wander down the hall
both residents and staff are feeling caged

if listen closely can we hear them call?
with open eyes and hearts respond to all.


A sonnet consists of 14 lines structured into two parts: first part gives an “argument” and second part a “solution” separated by a “volta” (turn).

English sonnets are usuallly written in iambic pentameter (10 syllables in 5 feet), which resembles natural speech in a “da DUM” rhythm.

Terza Rima is a sonnet divided into 4 tercets and a couplet with the rhyme scheme: ABA BCB CDC DED EE.

Sonnet information from Frank and “invisible” prompt by Merril at dVerse poets pub.

veiled tears


Choctaw nation land

low mist filters thru dead treesIMG_0476

ancestor spirits

crying out for true justice

turnpike poverty hidden


sound of dripping

CDHK challenge to create a “fusion-ku” with the two given haiku:

black forest
night extinguishes
the snow

sun and snow
still in the pines
the black forest

© Jane Reichhold


Combination fusion-ku: 

wet needles on ground
morning birdsong from branches
announces spring melt

© lynn__



photo by lynn



as tea cools


for his morning tea
a monk sits down in utter silence-
confronted by chrysanthemums

© Matsuo Basho

a holy moment of awe
contemplating God’s wonder

© lynn__



taka tanka

“Taka” is Japanese word for hawk. “Tanka”is Japanese poetry form.



red-tailed predator

eyes alert, talons sharpened,

silent as fence post

waits for slightest rustling

small creature disturbs switch grass



kaeribana kigo

“Kaeribana” is Japanese kigo for “returning flowers”…from Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

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you, me, and tea




after the

tea steeps

let’s pour it,

steaming, into

travel mugs to

drive south

away from

bitter winter

over steeps

across desert

through cities

onto island

where sun

smiles for

sandy miles

where we

hide from

hazy sea-spray




steep dunes,

sipping tea


Mish invites us to write a quadrille (44 words) on word “steep” at dVerse Poets

daughter she never knew


desperate now

no real choice

no viable option

he’d already left her

she birthed other babies

what else could she do

but have child removed?

…the one she’d never celebrate


Abortion is a tragedy to grieve, not an occasion to celebrate. Author Leslie Leyland Fields writes an open, compassionate letter to “celebrants” of abortion here.



a certain calm
in summer’s passing

garden’s bodacious beauty
sunflower heads fill with seeds

flat seas
with the butterfly’s flight
a certain calm

orange flutters cover tree
monarchs’ summer migration

the hour silent
before the birds awake
waves on sand

dot-to-dot stars fade away
earth turns her face toward sun’s glow



Carpe Diem Haiku Kai / haiku © Jane Reichhold / renga © lynn

baking & breaking

“Give us this day our daily bread…”


Unroll sack and let tiny dense kernels flow though fingers. Grinder whines as hard wheat berries pour in. After clatter, textured flour pours out in full measure. Sprinkle in dead salt, live yeast. Add hot (not too hot) water; then amber liquid of oil and honey. Feel need to hand knead or let stand mixer work dough with hook. Form french loaves with firm hands. Rise to heavenly heights and bake to golden crustiness.

Famished sons enter farm kitchen, following aroma of fresh bread. Barely time to find knife with serrated teeth to carve warm slices. Spread butter’s melting fatness and serve. Chew through crunchy crust into mouth-watering homemade sustenance. The next slice begs for honey or jam. Be careful to hide second loaf for later!


basic food for life

gathered from farmers’ hard work

hunger satisfied


Non-traditional homemade haibun, definitely not gluten free!  Photo by my son.

why rake trees?



withered leaves on wind

when life-giving flow dries up

let thoughtless words go



Response to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai’s prompt on “withered leaves” and John Piper’s devotional, Words for the Wind.

vaccinate me!

(NOT to be read aloud to the grandchildren)


i think…

humans are

badly bent

whether or

not we will

admit to this

strange urge to

throw a knife

jump off cliff

drive into tree

lay on tracks

leave family

torture cats

kick the dog

slash a tire

graffiti walls

start a fire

liar, liar!  pull

down pants, do

lewd dance, act

out proud, curse

out loud;  an


sick as that

needs to be


from its own

dis-ease… i’m

on my knees

God help me,




A confessional sort of poem shared with dVerse poets

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