posting poetic prose
17 Jan 2020 10 Comments
in rhyming verse, Uncategorized Tags: blog, book, gift, grandkids, haiku, publish, words
my uncertainty
“so-lill-oh-qwee”
has a solo feel
vulnerably real…
if i publish a book
will anyone look?
read my haiku and
sneeze, hah-choo!
it would be a gift
i think, to kids and
grandkids <wink>
or just for myself
to set on a shelf?
oh my, i sigh at the
cost, the expense
of time and money
task seems immense
my words must play
will write blog today
Talking to myself and linking to dVerse Poets where Frank suggests we write a soliloquy…
11 Jan 2020 6 Comments
Linda offers paint chip poetry as a fun Friday prompt…click link to see colors 🙂
As rare as grace in The Scarlet Letter
or strong as faith size of mustard seed
as kleenex makes clown nose feel better
or dust bunny hides until it is freed
(would octopus lend a hand in need?)
I wish for luck when last frost is long over
surprised to find TWO four-leaf clover!
10 Jan 2020 4 Comments
waves write on the beach
gently rolling in…backing out
a steady rhythm in flowing harmony
receding foam reveals glistening treasures
of iridescent shell and wet seaweed
crab and sea star buffet for gulls
poetic scratches of driftwood
ideas hibernate in winter
fields lie fallow under drifting snow
soil and its creatures take rest
toads sleep deep under mud’s cover
birdsong stilled, winged to warmer climes
until spring melt when crocus buds
and world thinks green again
deliberate lunar phrases
wax bright and full of bold ideas
alchemy transforms night’s coal to silver
another month slowly passes while
queen of darkness softly wanes
new moon’s silence accentuates
diamond brilliance of stars!
Discuss chap. 11 of book On Being a Writer (Kroeker & Craig) at our writers’ tea about the balance of writing/rest.
06 Jan 2020 20 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: bridge, family, homeless, key, roof, safe, sanctuary
ask a homeless person
what is home to you?
ideally, it’s a safe place
comfortable and pleasant
my sanctuary from the world
where people love you…family
home is peace, not just a roof
maybe a tent on an ocean beach
even a sleeping bag under a bridge
anywhere you lay your head to rest
people look right past me
have you ever felt invisible?
after mom died, no family left
now depend on disability checks
you know how VA ignores veterans
no shelters for people with pets
self-medicating mental illness
spent rent money on crack
nobody will hire an ex-convict
hard when you lose everything
maybe we’re all homeless
looking for the key to security
Inspired by documentary, “Signs of Humanity” (2016) available on amazon.com based on artist Willie Baronet’s coast to coast trip to collect (buy) signs from homeless people for his “We Are All Homeless” art exhibits.
05 Jan 2020 2 Comments
in american sentence, Uncategorized
(Job 12: 1 & 2)
01 Jan 2020 16 Comments
in haibun Tags: calendar, canoe, desk, farm house, snow, trees, twenty-twenty, white-out
at home in our white-sided farm house, i’m poised to write as i sit by my small white-laminate study desk in our quiet, white-walled guest room. bare square of first day of new year on the white-paged calendar stares back at me. i look out white-framed window before me into our white-drifted snowy grove, hoping for inspiration but mind feels blank, like tv screen white-out.
over past year, i’ve often gazed out this same window, inspired by natural scene of trees with white-sunlit leaves waving in breezes. i’ve watched white-puffed daydream clouds sail summer skies while squirrels played in the grass, rising on haunches to show white-furred bellies.
why would someone park canoe trailer with white-topped carrier full of life vests right in center of my woodsy window view? old skeletal metal rack with two aluminum white-stickered canoes mounted upside down and tied with bungee straps distracts my vision. without the sun, everything feels cold on this white-iced winter day.
it’s twenty-twenty
year clear for perfect vision
life needs fresh outlook
I wrote this on Jan. 1 and it seems to fit with Bjorn’s “beginning(again)” haibun challenge at dVerse poets pub.
23 Dec 2019 8 Comments
As angels illuminated this holy night,
we light a wreath of candles flickering bright.
Winter moon in velvet sky sheds softer glow
and white lights twinkle on pine branches in snow
Carolers, who sing under lamp post’s glare,
will gather near fire’s hearth with stories to share.
Joyful tears in sinners’ eyes shine when we hear
that peace with God is possible, conscience clear
Each window reflects a star pointing the way,
let us celebrate the Light of the World today!
(I’ve updated this poem to recite for our church service of Lessons & Carols)
19 Dec 2019 16 Comments
in rhyming verse Tags: daffy, fair, gift, summmer, surprise, taffy
what’s in this package? why do you ask me?
i can’t give it away ’til you open and see!
it’s something you’ll like, a favorite sweet
the taste of summer in this fair-time treat
so push, pull or twist it until you are daffy
jaw-open surprise…chewy salt-water _ _ _ _ _!
A riddle rhyme in the Swedish gift-giving tradition for Bjorn’s prompt at dVerse!
16 Dec 2019 13 Comments
in quadrille Tags: alley, cats, garbage, glow, hustlers, neon, snow
hey man, whatsup?
’tis the season to glow
hustlers glitter under streetlight
like shards of broken window
neon sign blinks cheap hotel
alley cats’ eyes flicker between
garbage dumpsters in row
yowling fight over dead fish
it’s Christmas eve, yeah
sell me some snow!
Linking with dVerse poets where Lillian hosts a “glowing” quadrille…
10 Dec 2019 13 Comments
in american sentence Tags: echoes, fears, nightmares
American sentence for Merril’s “echo” prompt at dVerse poets pub…
photo by Arthur Tress
07 Dec 2019 4 Comments
in tanka Tags: cold, fire, moon, skiers, snow, wasssail
Joining in Frank Tassone‘s “Cold Moon” challenge…
cross country skiers
under december’s cold moon
track on virgin snow
night’s romantic trek ends with
hot wassail by yule log fire
image: the daring gourmet
a poem in my pocket 
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