life bursts forth

Ready to Burst by Bonnie Ferrill Roman

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women-only
need apply
superpowers
unmatched
desire match
ovaries ready
and waiting
full of eggs
moon tides
to cycle
ebb & flow
for release

love-fest
fertilization
leads to
journey of
countdown:
nine months
forty weeks
three trimesters
time to ripen
to prepare
body & mind
for reckoning

life-giving
fire of birth
purify & refine
focus on process
breathe deep
pant shallow
death grip in
overwhelm
of nature
to push
human life
for delivery

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Linking to Mom With a Blog

God speaks in…

his world and word

his son and spirit

preaching and prophecy

truth and beauty

love and justice

surprise coincidences

faithful providences

miraculous signs

music of planets

rhythm of seasons

acts of service

suffering of martyrs

laughter of children

rustle of wind

rumble of thunder

lightning strike

roaring fire

quiet waters

gentle whispers

still small voice

…are you listening?

january day

single gunshot pierces cold air
male pheasant flashes rusty breast

pick random crumbs off floor
remember how to spell vacuum

sugar cookie sleigh ride’s last tea bag
weak flavored cup tastes lukewarm

blizzard stops work, traffic, schools
livestock stamp, huddle, steam

gather groceries, essentials, clothing
hope to travel to warmer climes

mundane asymmetry of cabin fever

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A list/catalogue poem of 11 lines, while sipping Celestial Season’s.

he LOVES me!

A list poem created from googling “Love is…” and linked to dVerse, inspired by Bjorn’s recent MTB challenge to write a Google list poem.

love is blind

LOVE is focused

love is a lie

LOVE is truth

love is heartache

LOVE is healing

love is an illusion

LOVE is reality

love is a chance

LOVE is a choice

love is a feeling

LOVE is action

love is a losing game

LOVE is a win-win

love is painful

LOVE is bliss

love is falling

LOVE is rising

love stinks

LOVE is a rose

love is god

GOD is LOVE!

reliable routine

 

i find comfort in the order of my surroundings:

bed made

dishes washed

laundry folded

clutter removed

floor cleaned

(e)mail sorted

calls returned

meal planned

chores done

list checked

 

i find comfort in the order of my spirit:

read Bible

say prayer

eat well

move body

see beauty

play music

go outdoors

call friend

laugh aloud

write poem

 

a steadying cycle to be repeated tomorrow.

 


Linking to dVerse Poets pub where Laura calls our motley crew of writers to order

 

 

 

color our world

Today, my grand daughters colored my sidewalk with chalk and Rebecca said sweetly, ” Grandma, we’re not afraid of the sickness; we just go outside and DO things!”


 

Celebrate LIFE as spring colors the world with…

soft sunrise pink

happy tulip red

emerald lawn green

robin’s breast orange

easter lily white

lilac scented purple

dandelion yellow

fuzzy catkin grey

open sky blue!

 

 

If you’re an old “Chicago” fan, enjoy this recording (1970) which begins with song, “Colour My World” which features a lovely flute solo:

will all find tolerance?

 

i am a believer

i am an American

i am white-skinned

i am a college graduate

i am married, to one man

i work at home on the farm

i feed beef cattle to feed people

i am a home owner and land owner

i am conservative in my political views

 

are these statements provocative?
unacceptable, politically incorrect?
should i apologize to the world?
do we really believe in tolerance?
does diversity respect equally?

 

 

i want to listen and learn

i may disagree but that

does not mean i hate

yes, i am privileged

to love & be loved

to also bleed red

i thank God for

his blessings

every day;

you?

 

The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance. (Psalm 16:6)

vaccinate me!

(NOT to be read aloud to the grandchildren)

 

i think…

humans are

badly bent

whether or

not we will

admit to this

strange urge to

throw a knife

jump off cliff

drive into tree

lay on tracks

leave family

torture cats

kick the dog

slash a tire

graffiti walls

start a fire

liar, liar!  pull

down pants, do

lewd dance, act

out proud, curse

out loud;  an

imagination

sick as that

needs to be

inoculated

from its own

dis-ease… i’m

on my knees

God help me,

please!

 

 


A confessional sort of poem shared with dVerse poets

winter’s daZZle

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

 

snow diamonds gliTTer in sunshine

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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feathered peace

Weekly challenge at Ramblings of a Writer using words: paloma & imagination


 

do you hear birds cooing?

paloma blanca

rock dove

tumbler

common pigeon

turtledove

 

what do you imagine?

ear worm of once-popular song

nest in niche of ancient stone wall

performance of flying back flips

disrespected military statue in park

gentle hearts of monogamous mates

 

 

 

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 gather nosegays of violets!


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!

A rock solid Q

“Q” for quadrille at dVerse Poets and “Q” for queue as in a line up of rocks.

 

Rock & Roll

Rosetta Stone

Rock of Gibraltar

Stonehenge

Ayers Rock

Easter Island

Rocky I & II

Blarney Stone

Plymouth Rock

The Sphinx

Rock-a-bye Baby

Rolling Stone

Hope Diamond

Rocky & Bullwinkle

 

“On Christ the solid Rock I stand; all other ground is sinking sand.”

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