shades of cyan(ide)

polar bears ride floes
on aquamarine surface
under faded denim sky;
neon sun glows coolly
over subarctic ocean’s
darkest cobalt depths.

(feel sharp inhale of chill
air from looming glacier)

cerulean calm of water
belies danger below…
an iceberg submerged
could sink big ship like
cold hearts steeled in
cyan crevasses of hate.

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Meeting the bar at dVerse poets pub, Laura hosts an imagist’s colour motif. NPS Photo of Pedersen Glacier, Alaska, taken by Jim Pfeiffenberger.

freshly ground

even though i am a tea drinker
(hot chai latte with almond milk)
i steep in the coffee shop buzz

find cozy caffeinated corner
(to watch the stir of people)
put on thinking cappuccino

plug into online prompts, sip
(from ceramic cup with saucer)
inner warmth, let ideas percolate

to brew words, steamed and frothy
(experiment with flavored forms)
to write poetry is shot of espresso

if readers comment on my blog?
(poem drinkers who take the time)
kind appreciation means a latte!

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Inspired by L.L. Barkat’s “coffee shop” poetry post at Tweetspeak

the rocks cry out

at the end of

alaskan highway

adventure, let’s

pause to praise

for glacial space

(old ice age pace);

for forest fauna where

moose are loose and

bears won’t care if

tourists “shoot” a few

(from window view);

for fast electric bikes

or slow mountain hikes,

for diamond star-gazing

and morning bed-lazing,

campfires, cabins, cruises;

hole-in-the-wall good eatings,

who-are-you caribou meetings,

and mushy-sled-dog greetings;

bodacious beauty of peaks, parks,

pansies, native peoples, and

passing nature’s peace

(from nature’s God!)

world without end…

amen, amen

. . .

photo by lynn

For more poetry and photos of our trip, read my previous posts, alaska or bust, parts 1 & 2.

pinocchio has pug nose

Pixabay AI image

quite honestly,
we tell each other
sweet LITTLE lies
all the fine time (but
expressly in poetry)
it seems we TRULY
like/speak/hear/read
FALSE pretenses and
sly(ight) exaggerations
it’s our native tongue
(FORKed, of courssse)
artfully twisted answers
to queries of how we
are OR how we look,
or do you think i’m fat?
(but we’re being polite
and NEVER political!)
now when poetic tries
to be provocative, she
simply claims LICENSE
can you easily read
between the li(n)es??

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April Fools Day so Melissa asks dVerse poets to lie to her but i must tell the truth 😉

elemental

Response to a recent prompt by Kim at dVerse to relate oneself to one of Aristotle’s four elements: fire, wind, water, or earth. I expand on the meaning of my name…

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“lynn”…

neutral name

naturally

views both sides

from stone wall

of english glen

greening…

dew droplets

gather

on lavender

bloom of heather…

refreshing stream

bubbles and

smooths stones

along way to

spill over rocky

mountain

ledge into fresh

waterfall

of cooling

laughter…

deep pool below

hidden in

rainbows

of soft mist.

silky owl

whooo looks at whooom?

two bugged eyes STARtle

any potential predators,

< pause in puzzlement >

an impressive wing span

( yet So Soft and delicate )

evokes mysterious curiosity

is it bird or butterfly ??

quick flicker of wings…

disappear into shadows

of Palawan RAINforest.

photo by Michael Sammut, shared with dVerse

note to self

say “yes” to TODAY, here
with its possibilities and also
its impossibilities; accept our limits
and yet look beyond ourselves…yes!

say “yes” to LOVE, not only
being loved but being the lover
look around to see who needs you
stretch familiarly toward people…yes!

say “yes” to LIFE, the gift
to dwell in this present moment
we will pass through here but once
to engage with exuberance…oh, yes!

say “yes” to JOY, in your heart
have something to shine and share
spy beauty everywhere, all around
count blessings in little things…YES!


Linking to dVerse poetics where Merril encourages us to choose JOY (even on election day)!

summer shower

backyard maple tree

washes her leafy head

in morning downpour

then towels long hair

to dry in afternoon’s

prairie wind until the

fresh evening petrichor

beckons me outdoors

to pick up fallen sticks;

loose hairs shed after

miss maple’s shampoo.

porch pillars

he avoids work on two pillars
of our front porch: mismatched,
slightly noticeable but definitely
different…manufacturer sent
him an alternate color which
was not apparent until installed
and now considered permanent.

it’s like marriage of two people,
pillars of the family: mismatched,
probably noticeable, and definitely
different…manufacturer (GOD)
sent provisional individual but all
was not apparent until installed
and now considered permanent.

perhaps that was designer’s plan
and purpose: opposite pillars stay
where they are as He works on
them; two who vowed to stand
by each other, both a bit offbeat.
even though the effect is dissimilar,
together they can hold up the roof.

selfie reverie

can you have a date with yourself?
why, i try that very thing today and
entire affair proves quite enjoyable!

i drive a friend to her appointment
then hold rendezvous with myself
at boutique bakery called Habitue’

barista smiles as i order my lunch:
chicken salad on flaky croissant
(dried cranberries, crisp celery)

i treat myself to a hot chai tea
stirred with sweet almond milk
sprinkled with cinnamon, ginger

we take ourself outside to
gated stone patio, metal table;
sit quietly alone in sunny solitude

clearing the mind after heavy storm.

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Sharing “selfie” poetry with Punam and dVerse poets

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a song through tears

as i wait in pickup

for husband on errand,

i miss my mother.

heart pauses in grief as

sparrow lights upon bush

next to vehicle and begins

to sweetly sing as he studies

me with keen dark eyes.

mother’s favorite song was

“His Eye is on the Sparrow;”

it was a connection, a sign.

the One who watches over

my mother, also watches me.

he’s no wallflower

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you are a saute old fellow

whether gussy(sacked) up

in wine, ivory, gold yellow,

or tastefully seen in green!

_______

quite pungently romantic

and amorously aromatic

(though slippery-skinned)

you require running water

and sharp knife to cut in

fast as salsa dance partner

with hot peppers or garlic.

_______

as sweet layers peel off,

your heart risks exposure

but no fear, it’s not here

you prove elusive as ever

still eliciting tears wherever

you mince, slice or chop!

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Joining poetics at dVerse where Melissa hosts with onions on the menu!

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