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

 

 

 

 

jazZed!

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image/jazz prompt – dVerse Poets

 

gotta lotta

grooove, yeah

smile-a-while

ratta tat rrrrrollll

pppissshhh

get UP in stride

then down…slide

step on cat’s tail

yeeeooowwll

sing, tom CAT!

lone saxyphone’s

liquid eyes hone

salty inDIGo tears

tickle tuned ears

coolest fools rule

don’t mute it, dude!

puff up cheeks

chEEKy trumpet

pump it up

to A squeal

play guts out

rhino nose blow

releases it ALL…over

 

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Fireblossom at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads challenges us to write a new poem “looking through a distorted lens”…I think Alice in Wonderland stuff of dreams or Salvador Dali surrealism.  

 

moon is a balloon

i swallow her whole;

now rise from ground,

suffocating in choked

screams at dream demon

until i, balloon-shaped,

reach sharp tree twig–

spring a leak, go hissing

hysterically thru galaxies,

finally flop limp to earth,

flattened and deflated.

searching for helium

… settle for valium.

 

 

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