life, in pursuit of happiness

 

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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.

 

victorian love notes

 

my dear iris,

you left me with

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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!

doxology in our grove

 

dusky sunset chalks sky’s rose window

fireflies flicker their candles’ brief flame

cicada choirs hum nightly prayers,  and

robed birds chirrup their evening praise

 

 

con-fuzzed (sans caffeine)

 

mental mist

fuzzes horizon here

in world’s small bubble

of murky emotions

and fogged forgetfulness

how to know which way to go?

aimless pointing in

indecision’s direction

la futura obscura

 

 

puzzling

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”

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april fools?

 

hellish laughter

disciples inconsolable

women go to weep

earth trembles

lightning strikes

angel descends

dead man alive

live guards dead

officially signed

sealed and delivered

heaven has last laugh!

 

 

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grandma’s bait shop

 

it’s a sunny-side up

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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…

mortal immortality

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.

the source

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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 

 

 

 

 

reflections from lumaha’i

Joining dVerse Poets for a mirrored reflection “through the looking glass.”

 

 

flowing

through hours’ glass

abrasive sands of time

etching faces

scratching hearts

collecting bits of

life memories

crushed on reefs

hurtled on beaches

worn down

accepting

movement of tide

high and low surf

swelling tears

foaming doubts

leaving behind

glassy mirror

washed shores

smoothed surf

shine on

 

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photo by lynn

archetypical apple

 

What strange poison

did woman reach

for in the garden?

 

mother of all living bit into death for all

 

Was it a stinging tree

that touched her with

heart-shaped leaves?

 

intoxicating nature of toxic relations

 

Was she anesthetized

by curare-tipped dart

from satan’s blowpipe?

 

it can kill as easily as it can cure

 

Would eve even

succumb to snakeroot,

from salesman selling herbs?

 

fruit to make wise and pleasing to eyes

 

Would she suspect

the seeds of lovely apple

convey hydrogen cyanide?

 

seed of deception is sin, fruit of sin is death

 

 

 

 

letting go…

Collage and year end challenge by Sammi Cox featured here.

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another year dying

look in

clearer rearview

mirror

can’t take time back
_____

times of drought

cracks

hollow spaces

shadows

weeds gone to seed
_____

yet light persisted

rainbow

blessings come of age

wisdom

life grows green anew
_____

looking ahead into

new year

past has passed

thankful

let regret go

 

 

 

 

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