fading fast

garden of summers past

held a palmed rose

colours of petals everlast

in memory’s soft repose


final flower sighed tears

under dying sun’s pale heat

dreams wilt in urgent fears

sad colours earned retreat



Based on five charms (phrases) taken from Samuel Greenberg’s “The Pale Impromptu” (1915): a palmed rose, flower sighed tears, pale heat, urgent fears, colours earned retreat. Laura hosts at dVerse poets pub tonight.

proven theory

Linking to dVerse poets where De hosts “magnetic” quadrilles

when a man is a man
and woman is woman
basic biology
may prove to be
an initial distraction
which if pursued can lead
to powerful pull of
an opposite attraction
poles easily magnetized, idealized,
romanticized, even scandalized
are predictable results
of scientific methodology

”Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you: Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires.” (Song of Songs 8:4)

FALLing out of love

I’m grateful for harvest yet weary of politics and COVID 19…

i’m falling out of love

with fall, that’s all…

a seasonal thing that

marks end of our fling

gorgeous colors nearly past

victims of wind’s chilly blast

old trees embarrassed to undress and

wheelbarrow shows oxidized distress

smoke from fire numbs my nose

garden hose lies stiffly froze

harvest moon wanes from full glow

day turns gray and threatens snow

my gloved fingers feel a tingle

much too soon for sleigh bells jingle

gathered crops leave dry fields bare

dusty roads don’t give a care

rejected pumpkin left to rot…

seems fall, after all, loves me not.


Join dVerse where Sarah gives us 3 little words to find our way around London….I chose frost/driven/proper which pinpoint Penguin Beach 🙂


if ever you’re in London

a’wandering and lost,  be

sure to wear tweed sweater

to shield you from the frost.


if wet and woolly weather

has driven Brits indoors,

enjoy their spiced hot toddy

before you explore the moors.


if adventures zoological

are within a cabbie’s reach,

please rent proper tuxedo

to go visit Penguin Beach!

autumn’s gallery

Image source and link to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

van gogh’s sunny art

birds wait as seed snacks ripen

farm weed in flower


Linking to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai butterfly prompt…

crumpled butterfly

beauty in the brokenness

dreams yet take flight

photo by lynn__

he LOVES me!

A list poem created from googling “Love is…” and linked to dVerse, inspired by Bjorn’s recent MTB challenge to write a Google list poem.

love is blind

LOVE is focused

love is a lie

LOVE is truth

love is heartache

LOVE is healing

love is an illusion

LOVE is reality

love is a chance

LOVE is a choice

love is a feeling

LOVE is action

love is a losing game

LOVE is a win-win

love is painful

LOVE is bliss

love is falling

LOVE is rising

love stinks

LOVE is a rose

love is god


vers beaucoup

The vers beaucoup (French) is a poetic form meaning “many rhymes”, with 4-line stanzas.  Linking to https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/10/03/saturday-mix-lucky-dip-3-october-2020/

i hear fall call from stone wall
to all apple trees and honey bees,
as you please, give your best for fall fest,
then rest…we will sing, come spring!

tidal pull

in twilight of dreams

luminous orb taps window

sleepwalk with full moon

photo by lynn

hard right punch

el derecho blows

roiling storm moves in straight line

knocking cornfields flat

anniversary of color

In honor of Carpe Diem Haiku Kai’s 8th anniversary…congratulations to host, Chevrefeuille!

ripe pumpkins in field

colors of maple and oak

harvest of haiku


Rome is burning

as a poet cannot

make a muse move,

a prophet cannot

demand a message

but listen and wait for

Spirit’s quiet flame

when light of truth shines

do we crawl into shadow?

when brutal history repeats

do we hide behind mask?

world system in rebellion

haters will project hate and

throw Christians to the lions to

tempt God to shut their mouths

but Lion of Judah will roar as

the last Word on the last day.


When I read Lisa’s challenge to write in the “vatic voice”, I wasn’t sure I’d have anything to say. As usual, I waited and let the idea roll around in my mind. I heard news of rude criticisms of SCOTUS nominee, Amy Coney Barrett, and her adoption of children from Haiti and it seems she is “suspect” because of her faith. Then something sparked in me…

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