08 Nov 2018
by lynn__
in free verse, question poem
Tags: boxes, cats, holiday, humans, labels, stuffed
why shove live people into boxes?
for ease of handling:
tape flaps shut
apply (libel) labels
stack, shelve, and ship
boxes help us to:
stratify society
control communication
justify judgementalism
but humans are fluid (57-60% water)
leaking out of boxes, eluding labels with:
nuances of personality
unique life history
flow of opinions and
distilled philosophy
(even cats, who adore boxes, should not be forced inside
but rather choose which box to curl up in and when to exit)
considering final insult we sustain as body is finally laid in a box,
let us celebrate un-boxing holiday
let people out of cramped boxes
we’ve assembled and stuffed them in
in fact, let’s get rid of the boxes altogether!
Linking to dVerse metaphor/figure of speech prompt.
30 Oct 2018
by lynn__
in free verse
Tags: ginger, mountain, ponies, steppe, stew, yurt
Linking to dVerse poetics and Lillian’s prompt to write “once upon a …”
once upon a yurt…
out on the barren steppe
below snowy mountain peak
where mongolian ponies gallop
beside smoky cow-dung fire ring
stirring pot of seasoned beef stew
aromas of ginger and garlic wafting
tickle nose of almond-eyed baby boy
who sneezes mightily into shadows of
future as conqueror-to-be, Genghis Khan
27 Sep 2018
by lynn__
in free verse, poem for children
Tags: caterpillar, grandson, hike, pond, swim, woolie
A small story poem of 115 words linked to dVerse where Bjorn and friends are writing narrative poetry. Also inspired by Sarah’s earlier “mindfulness” prompt!
brave-heart caterpillar
three centimeters long
weighs all of a gram
spiky brown-black fur
humping along unaware
crosses grandson’s path
who grasps stray fuzzball
tickly in palm of hand
gently carried on hike
until trail ends at pier
where insect pupa is
plopped into pond
as fish bait—but wait,
does it know to swim?
fur floats, frantically
w-w-w-wiggles body
up/down like ripples
across water’s surface
until grandma, empathic,
fishes live catkin out
woolie happy at rescue
dries in sunshine and
casts an intimidating
spiked shadow across
pier’s knotted plank
grandson decides to
return him to tall grass
so newly cool cat can
retell adventures to his
sheltered larval friends
photo by lynn
30 Jul 2018
by lynn__
in free verse
Tags: dad, fourth, holiday, laugh, remember, spark
fourth of july
was his favorite
holiday when
dad, guardian
of hot punk,
would light
our sparklers;
we’d laugh and
dance in grass,
swirling
happy sparks
in waves of
patriotism.
now he comes
to iowa to
visit us, his
(temp) guardians,
and to watch
fireflies & fireworks,
celebrating his
independence
from assisted living;
he laughs aloud
at whistling stars
and deaf-defying
bangs.
how can i
bear the time
when dad’s
bright spark
explodes and
sizzles out,
smoking white,
and all my
holidays die?
i’ll remember
the laughter,
holding warm
embers.
24 Jul 2018
by lynn__
in free verse, list poem, Uncategorized
Tags: bluebells, foxglove, ivy, love, plum tree, roses, trust
my dear iris,
you left me with
dewdrop tears
on my garden anemone
how can i trust your foxglove love?
offer me bluebells and ivy…
perhaps i shall arrange them in a
vase with fragrant yellow roses.
ah, sweet william,
now that i’ve returned
it is best to plant pansies
in the windowboxes
come away with me and
enjoy the lillies of the valley
let us climb the ripe plum tree!
In the Victorian era, flowers spoke secret messages. Sarah at dVerse poets explains the meanings of different blooms (as used in my poem). Say it with flowers!
11 Apr 2018
by lynn__
in free verse, story
Tags: farm, grandson, ocean, puzzle, sea horses, sharks
i bought
a new giant
floor puzzle,
especially for
young grandson
a picture of
fascinating
creatures who
live under the
ocean waves
sharks, eels,
sting rays and
cute clownfish
anemones, stars,
and sea horses
but he chooses
the old favorite
floor puzzle of
familiar farm
animals…again
🙂
Joining Elsie at Ramblings of a Writer with theme”Under the Ocean”
28 Mar 2018
by lynn__
in free verse, story
Tags: bike, boats, clouds, cottage, garden, petunias, pier
it’s a sunny-side up
Pixabay image
happy-spatula kind of day
outgoing fish boats bob:
“goodbye, dear old pier”
children find glinty pebbles
to hopscotch village street
under random puffs of
gourmet popcorn clouds
reflection of blue-er sky,
grandma’s retro/deco bike
blooms petunia pink
beside faded stucco cottage
outback/inside pickety fence
she digs in earthworm garden
boy swings dilapidation’s gate;
hook-line fresh on bamboo pole
Linking cheer at dVerse Poets pub today…
22 Mar 2018
by lynn__
in free verse, scripture
Tags: breath, eternity, flame, keeper, life, soul
And the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul. -Genesis 2:7 (KJV)
the soul
is a spark
is a flicker
is a flame
lit by holy fire
fanned by living breath
exhaled into existence
encoded in DNA
embodied in flesh
enveloped in love
to live
to learn
to laugh
to lament
until death separates.
never extinguished
ever released
to an eternity of life’s choice:
with or without the Keeper of souls.
Inspired, in part, by the scribblings of the beautiful souls who are dVerse Poets.
14 Feb 2018
by lynn__
in free verse
Tags: God, Jesus, life, love, unconditional, valentines
I John 4:19
Jesus IS…the first,
best,
greatest,
true love of my life.
God IS…the author
of all real love.
He pursues his own with a
relentless,
unconditional,
irresistible gracious love.
In fact,
“God is crazy about YOU…and there’s nothing you can do about it!”
(to quote an anonymous coffee cup)
happy valentines day
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