25 Mar 2018
by lynn__
in haibun, senryu, troiku, worship
Tags: beggar, hosanna, Jerusalem, Jesus, King, palms
I am that beggar on the ancient road of cobbled stones in Jerusalem, begging alms in the city of the king, near David’s tomb. The Passover crowds pass by me on their way through the golden gate to the Temple mount, singing songs of ascent. I limp out of the chaotic throng, pressing my back against the stone wall and clutching my empty cup. What is that I hear? Shouts of “Hosanna, save us”! Now I see ecstatic children waving palm branches before a rabbi astride a young horse; no, he rides a humble donkey. As they pass, Jesus looks into my eyes; a gaze that overwhelms me with compassion. I pick up a palm frond as the shofar sounds the call to worship: “Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord.”
crowds shout hosannas
rejoice in the coming king
my cup overflows
royalty free stock photo
18 Jan 2018
by lynn__
in senryu, tanka
Tags: alert, ballistic, emergency, missile, threat
Writers often cause a chain reaction. This is a “response poem” linked to Jill’s prompt at dVerse Poetics. I’m writing a response to this senyru by Elsie at Ramblings of a Writer:
press the wrong button
at peace reading a manga
touch can tell a tale
who wrote in response to a prompt at Ronovan Writes, using words “press” and “touch”. Check out the links to follow the trail. My poem in tanka form based on real experience while visiting Hawaii last week…thankfully a false alarm!
press alert message
incoming missile threatens
touch panic button
count down minutes before end
value life with clarity
“For the mountains may depart and the hills be removed, but my steadfast love shall not depart from you, and my covenant of peace shall not be removed,” says the LORD, who has compassion on you. -Isaiah 54:10
01 Oct 2017
by lynn__
in haiku, senryu
warm apple cider
we sip fall, wrapped in blanket
spice perfumes chill air
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