05 Dec 2019
by lynn__
in Uncategorized
by wind and camel’s hair caressed
a loud voice cries in wilderness
to homeless hearts
what did you come out to see?
crowded with expectancy
in restless desert
wonder how honey-dipped locusts taste?
wonder how to survive in this place?
ask shameless questions
watch and wait on wet line in sand
listen to ranting of wild man
young fearless prophet
the word calls hearers to repent
prepare the way by spirit sent
for helpless sinners
stand on brink of riverbank steep
wade out to where the water’s deep
hold breathless moment
messiah is here! raise your eyes
in holy sandals (yet untied)
steps our boundless hope
Linking to Laura Bloombury’s poetics on “less is more” at dVerse poets pub…
04 Dec 2019
by lynn__
in Uncategorized
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai’s tan renga challenge to add 2 lines to this classic haiku…
old pond
a frog jumps in
sound of water
© Basho (Tr. Chèvrefeuille)
hear ker-ploosh of Basho’s frog
… haiku kai ripples outward
© lynn__
26 Nov 2019
by lynn__
in Uncategorized
A memorial haibun on theme of gratitude for dVerse poets pub…
I keep precious photos and letters. They were in love. Mommy, a happy socialite, married handsome Navy pilot. Small town girl found fun living in big city. We shared a Valentine birthday. She doted on me, her firstborn. Our bond was tight but unraveled when asthma flared with another pregnancy and took her life’s breath. I wore her lace wedding dress and ring.
I hold dear memories and momentos. We needed love. Mom, a quiet beauty, married indebted widower. Farm girl (from same small town) found work in big city. We shared Daddy’s heart. She accepted me as her first child. Nightmares and tantrums threatened to unravel us but she patiently parented until we grew into love’s tight bond. She gave me the best brother and education.
My heart swells with gratitude for each mother’s unique and vital influence on my life. I carry both of them in my heart and thank God for graciously gifting me (twice) with a mother’s love!
lone tree uprooted
memories of former days
wood warms us by fire
19 Nov 2019
by lynn__
in Uncategorized
Tags: alabaster, carousel, dishwasher, elbows, heartsong, love, work
she stares at him
elbows akimbo and
painfully pointed, as
white alabaster shall
shatter to tiny tinkling
shards of heartsong
he doesn’t notice,
yet if never, how it
feels to desire, aching
for words; arms bent
to work longer, those
urgent cows in kilts
piano sails fast clipper
lingers on guitar strum
dishwasher humming
wet wipers swish back
and forth; passengers
on dismal carousel ride
A free verse surrealistic poem for dVerse Poetics.
12 Nov 2019
by lynn__
in free verse, Uncategorized
Tags: author, conception, desire, heart, poem, words, writing
Linking to dVerse poets pub for Amaya’s challenge to “labor”…
as the product of
conception, a poem
begins with flicker
of flirty idea
which sparks a
burning desire that,
with heart unprotected,
climaxes in passion for
words, that are strung
together like double
helix into phrases
which multiply and
di-verse-i-fy,
connected by
rhythm and rhyme;
hid in warm darkness
until fully developed
and ready to be
edited, contracted,
squeezed through
narrow passage
’til finally, its
author, depleted
and relieved,
delivers another
helpless poem
into wide world
and, whether
birthed online
or hard copy,
whimpering
or wailing,
it comes
hoping to be
caught gently
by readers.
11 Nov 2019
by lynn__
in quadrille
Tags: confidence, faith, heart, life, memories, smile
keep the best memories
let unpleasant ones go
keep faith in truth
turn from all false-ness
keep forward movement
stop procrastination now
keep expressing your heart
ignore rude criticism
keep head held high
don’t lose confidence
keep smiling at life
watch life smile back!
____________________________
Too late to link but inspired by Kim at dVerse to write quadrille (44 words) on “keep”.
08 Nov 2019
by lynn__
in free verse, question poem
Tags: black, cat, death, ignorance, shadows, truck
searching for any witnesses,
he questioned as if suspect:
“where were you?” he probed
“in my room,” a shocked reply
(nowhere near bloodied body)
at least, victim didn’t feel much,
unexpected and instantaneous.
trucker on road never slowed,
could not see in night’s blackness
didn’t notice impact, drove on.
circles under eyes mark grief
remembered as good mother;
affectionate, gave warm gifts.
she’d lived life until the ninth
when bad luck found black cat.
how often we commit dark deeds;
does ignorance prove innocence?
Linking to dVerse poets. This “mystery” poem fits previous prompt (shades of black) and current prompt (changing perspective). Written in third person about our barn cat found on the road but also thinking of a former acquaintance who was struck by a truck and killed. It’s always sad when animals die but how much more a human being?!
29 Oct 2019
by lynn__
in haiku series, troiku
Tags: crawdads, evening, fireflies, grass, minnows, moon, pool, prairie, summer, wind
longing for the grass
at the bottom of the pool
those fireflies.
© Buson
longing for the grass
blades wave under prairie wind
rustle in ditches
at bottom of pool
crawdads and minnows asleep
moon passes over
elusive fireflies
hide in long grasses near pond
flicker on and off
© lynn
Image and troiku challenge celebrating Carpe Diem Haiku Kai’s 7th anniversary!
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