Happy Mother’s Day!

naturally grown

plant tiny seed
in garden womb
grow like a weed
till out of room

when time is ripe
birth little sprout
stem stretches tall
leaves wave about

water with LOVE

nurture strong roots
let sun chase gloom
wait for the fruits
watch child bloom!

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Quadrilles are blooming at dVerse Poets pub where Lillian hosts today. We have a new grandson…see previous post for photo 🙂

complementary

woman takes what man gives,

nurtures and grows it: a child,

a home, a life…together!

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Introducing our 18th grandchild, Noah Silas, born on May Day!

attraction

turn on lawn sprinkler

free showers for dirty birds

oh, the worms, the worms!

no ISBN tattoo

Prosery” linked to dVerse poets where Melissa hosts prompt to write 144 words and include the Emily Dickinson quote.


She finished the first draft of her book, a short memoir of sorts. It was precious to her, like a child, and she felt timid to let it out into the world. She asked a teacher friend to read it in its entirety, and requested her to please edit, hoping the process would be gentle. But waiting while her friend edited, was painful, almost like labor. She was, after all, birthing her “firstborn” !

Besides the angst of wondering whether her words were worthy, the new author wrestled with a big choice: to submit to a publishing company or to self-publish? Such a personal project seemed best shared with family, a legacy for the grandchildren. They would be the audience most interested, she reasoned. She would self-publish and give copies away. To concur with a brilliantly prolific poet: “publication is the auction of the mind.”

touchy relationships

(free image from pexels)

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porcupine people

have soft warm underbelly

if loved beyond quills

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Inspired by “The Best of You” podcast, episode# 203

meditation on an antique

today (and everyday)
you are the master Potter;
i am wet malleable clay

form and fire me into
your image, as a vessel
both beautiful and useful

like porcelain pitcher
and wash basin, to cheer
and refresh weary travelers

to shine, elegantly off-white
(my basin be slightly crackled)
fill this pitcher with holy water

lovely and ready on wash-
stand, eager to humbly serve
dusty people where needed

son of manna

hollow, hungry people find food
scarce but reasons plentiful: drought,
pests, war, unemployment, injustice.

satisfied, well-fed folks find food
plentiful but gratitude scarce:
gluttons of greed, stingy to share.

aren’t we all famished for
the bread of heaven himself
to come fill us… more abundantly?


Gathering at dVerse poets pub where Lisa hosts hungry quadrilles…

temporal

ashes to ashes
accept own mortality
from dust back to dust

human life is fragile when
disease or disaster strikes

free image from StockCake

love does good

dawn’s existential
questions ask me:
what am i good at?
and what do i love?

i love my husband;
his hands, his habits
committed promise
to live life together

(companionship with
mutual understanding
that most differences
aren’t worth a fight)

i have need to write,
feel compelled to,
fulfilled by it…you
may say i’m good at

poetry is universal
language; to bask in
bare beauty of words
is to love like a nerd

prayer as life breath;
God is always near
whether or not i can
feel (or love) Him

Jesus seems easier to
love, harder to obey…
but “we love because
he first loved us”
yes!

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Quote from 1 John 4:19. Written in response to journal prompt/pic by Dawn at:

https://enthusiasticallydawn.com/2026/02/15/all-the-love-journal-prompts-week-3


Also check out dVerse poets where Sanaa hosts “The Evolution of Love”.

like smiley-faced emojis

We’re smiling at dVerse where Dora hosts Poetics and serves similes…

(credit: AI image from adobe.com)

a smile is like a sweet simile
to what can it be compared?

much more than simply
an upside down frown or a
show-off row of perfect pearls

like Solomon’s ewes with twins,
Shakespeare’s half-murderous grin,
or Carroll’s elusive cat (doth scat)

my love’s desire is to coax yours,
your smile my wit’s reward as our
hearts entwine like dental floss

to what can poetry be compared?
aye, a simile is like your sweet smile!

[cornerstone]


make one bad decision
or follow foolish friends
and train ride ends with
[ time inside the walls ]

hyper little boy in glasses
grew to be prison chaplain
found his niche ministering
[ to guys inside the walls ]

they have watched men die
but won’t cry except when
another sinner is baptized;
[ set free inside the walls ]

we’ve been taken through
frisked before entering gate
blessed to worship too with
[ church inside the walls ]


Melissa hosts poetics at the pub with Johnny Cash singing his Folsom Prison Blues…

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