can a writer be a farmer?

 

this farm is home base

where i work (if i write,

do i shirk?) don’t ask the

farmer loaded questions;

i’m the farmHer who finds

sweet poetry in life on our

iowa farm, where tall corn

grows, and calves are born

(my poems are calved too)

placental in messy straw.

low mooing of cattle and

hum of machinery drones

on…in rich bass, solid tones

of this daily symphony as

poetry sings higher notes of

melody in quiet moments,

green fields, open space

discovering my place

…oh, gotta go do chores!

 

 


Linking to dVerse Poets where Gina hosts poetics tonight…

taste & see

 

soul parched,

i need a sip
of living water

body famished,

i want a slice
of heaven’s bread

mind wearied,

i desire goblet
of wine divine

heart stained,

i wash in flow
of crimson blood

strength dead

i will rise to taste
celestial food

 

 


Joining Mish at dVerse Poets for quadrille #74 prompt on “sip”.

baking & breaking

“Give us this day our daily bread…”

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Unroll sack and let tiny dense kernels flow though fingers. Grinder whines as hard wheat berries pour in. After clatter, textured flour pours out in full measure. Sprinkle in dead salt, live yeast. Add hot (not too hot) water; then amber liquid of oil and honey. Feel need to hand knead or let stand mixer work dough with hook. Form french loaves with firm hands. Rise to heavenly heights and bake to golden crustiness.

Famished sons enter farm kitchen, following aroma of fresh bread. Barely time to find knife with serrated teeth to carve warm slices. Spread butter’s melting fatness and serve. Chew through crunchy crust into mouth-watering homemade sustenance. The next slice begs for honey or jam. Be careful to hide second loaf for later!

 

basic food for life

gathered from farmers’ hard work

hunger satisfied

 


Non-traditional homemade haibun, definitely not gluten free!  Photo by my son.

why rake trees?

withered+leaves

 

withered leaves on wind

when life-giving flow dries up

let thoughtless words go

 

 

Response to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai’s prompt on “withered leaves” and John Piper’s devotional, Words for the Wind.

spoiler alert

A quadrille of 44 words for dVerse poetics…

 

Dad took us to stock car races,
figure 8’s, Indy racetrack tour:
our family waiting at famous light
tower for bus driver to announce,
“Gentlemen, start your engines!”

Mom was relieved my brother
didn’t put spoiler on first car or
choose Nascar driving career.

 

write time to renga

A challenge to write Renga With Richard Wright: given six haiku, choose your own line-up and add your two-lined stanzas. (Richard’s original haiku in regular type, italic lines are my response stanzas.)


 

Make up your mind, Snail!
You are half inside your house,
And halfway out!

indecisive character
slugs reluctantly forward

I am nobody:
A red sinking autumn sun
Took my name away.

identity lost in awe
of sky’s changing expanse

Keep straight down this block,
Then turn right where you will find
A peach tree blooming.

remember, somewhere is spring;
hope’s sweet promises renew

One magnolia
Landed upon another
In the dew-wet grass.

end of summer, last blossoms
reveal time’s passing beauty

All right, You Sparrows;
The sun has set and you can now
Stop your chattering!

settle, winter is coming;
seasons advance through harvest

You moths must leave now;
I am turning out the light
And going to sleep.

body desires peaceful rest;
premonition of death’s kiss

 

© Richard WrightThis+Other+World+by+Richard+Wright

© lynn

seasoned habitat

A “fusion” haiku for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai‘s Crossroads Challenge…

 

a strange flower
for birds and butterflies
the autumn sky

© Basho

the pheasant cries
as if it just noticed
the mountain

© Issa

 

autumn on mountain

butterflies and flowers gone

pheasant’s golden cry

 

© lynn

 

 

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pixabay free image

rural commute

Late to join the “journey” prompt at dVerse this week…thanks to our host, Sarah!


 

living rural still
requires frequent
road trips to town…
for needed groceries,
machinery parts,
or church events.

carefully back out of
narrow garage door
and swing out in arc
avoiding any randomly
parked ATVs, pickup or
farm machinery on yard

past garden and cattle
white-fenced driveway
turn on gravel road until
first crossroad where
choice is made: which
route to which town?

on a blacktop, pass
farms and acreages
of neighbors we know
signs of seasons and
progression of crops
odors of hog barns

past research farms
or busy cheese factory
slow down for yellow
school bus, red tractor
on road, wait at corner
for chromed semi-trucks

when “early” is a verb

 

when cows are mooing, hungry for hay

early me, early me, early the day

when love comes calling, sweetly we lay

early me, early me, early the day

when Spirit is whispering urge to pray

early me, early me, early the day

when open road beckons to journey away

early me, early me, early the day!

 

farmer’s dawn

 

awake before sun

constellations blinking bright

cows’ hungry eyes shine

 

testing…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Watching grand daughters and trying out NEW editor app on phone.   Thanks, WordPress 🤓  …does anyone have a “grandma” app?!

climate change

 

Ramblings of a Writer of a Writer poetry prompt using: climate/energy

 

sleep deprivation

changes climate of the mind

struggle to focus

crave sugar or caffeine boost

body lags for energy

 

 

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