lament for erica anne

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hear our anguished cries, O God!
why do the loveliest ones die young?

she had her daddy’s perceptive eyes
that saw beyond this world’s pretense;

she had her mother’s tender heart
that loved beyond this world’s ache.

Erica belonged to a better, purer world.

depression’s demons
pushed her till she fell,
desperate to escape.

her mortal body broken but
her timeless spirit caught in
arms of compassion
and carried home,

like lost lamb on gentle
Shepherd’s shoulders…

Lord, carry us in our grief!

 

 


For my friend and family who lost their sweet daughter/sister. Read Erica’s obituary here.

winter’s daZZle

Link to dVerse Poets where Gina invites us to consider “the magic of ordinary things”

 

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icicle daGGers dangle from rOOf edge

pungent scent distiLLs from pine boughs

haPPy laughter sleDDing down big hiLL

soft faux fur hOOd brushes rosy chEEks

snowflakes sprinkle on kniTTed miTTen

cold hands caRReSS warm bowl of hot chili

 

 

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annunciation

 

At heaven’s high command,
a white-hot beam of purest light
penetrates time and space
to touch our tiny blue planet.

In a peasant cottage,
silence is muted by
an alien presence; the
whispering whir of mighty wing.

Flesh crawls with palpable terror
as the dazzling creature, a holy flame,
fixes its piercing gaze on one
wide-eyed, trembling maiden.

“Do not be afraid.”

Surprising, melodious words
uttered by molten-gold messenger
to an ordinary girl who pales
in wonder, what can this mean?

Glory’s courier speaks favor—
words of prophets coming true
Spirit of I AM will overshadow you,
virgin chosen to mother Messiah.

Her eyes lower, palms sweat,
as dry lips answer from her
wildly-beating, totally yielded heart,
she burns but does not disintegrate.

“I am the Lord’s servant.”

 

(Originally posted in 2012 as “advent: trial by fire”; later, expanded and focused. I was privileged to read this at our church Christmas Eve service, 2016)

unboxing day

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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.

“Temuchin!”

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

 

 

images

 

wild, wet ‘n wooly

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

 

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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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