baking from memory

The day Dad tries to
burn our house down
with us in it, my excited
brother is yelling, “Fire!”
as I run downstairs into
cloud of smoke billowing
from open oven door
where Dad’s cream puffs
combust, ashes to ashes,
because he doubled butter.

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Lisa hosts “puff” quadrilles (44 words) at dVerse poets pub

prayer for america

Gracious heavenly Father,

We praise You as Sovereign over all.

Thank You that we can celebrate 250 years as a nation!

Our rich heritage and current bounty are

blessings of Your providence

and we are grateful for Your goodness to us.

Our country was founded on faith and freedom,

inherently inspired by Your Word.

May we respect the dignity of every individual

and protect every person’s rights under law.

May we recognize our responsibilities as citizens

to elect representatives to govern with wisdom.

Guide our leaders and protect our troops.

We are grateful to all who have served our country well.

Lord, we confess our history is stained.

Forgive our past sins of broken treaties, slavery, and greed.

Forgive our present sins of abortion, human trafficking, and pride.

Remove our guilt and revive our virtue.

Restore peace, unity, and goodwill among us as fellow Americans.

We rely on your mercy for in God we do trust.

We thank You for preserving our country thus far and ask

for Your favor on future generations.

In the precious name of Your Son, Jesus, we pray,

Amen

photo meme by lynn__

(bio) lumin-essence

ideas are fireflies at dusk,

fleeting flickers of light;

sometimes hover low to ground

sometimes fly high in air

~ musical notes on a staff

~ random words on page

~ scattered puzzle pieces

trying to pair up, make sense,

fit together into beautiful picture;

tiny light bulbs spark bright new poem!


Grace hosts MTB: Ars Poetica revisited…see details at dVerse poets pub

serenity

early morning walk

gravel crunches under foot

nature awakens

red-wing blackbird sings on post

whorl of corn plants reach for clouds

on a wing and a prayer

An ekphrastic poem inspired by Tweetspeak’s Creativity Cafe…

children, dreams, and
butterflies quickly flutter by
(bye bye!)
uniquely created,
bold flashes of color
with bright eyes,
soft bodies,
and alert antennae
stretching, reaching
as they fly higher
(how high?)
warming wings in sunshine,
growing stronger in moment
yet delicately designed
emotionally fragile
perfectly asymmetrical
(if you look closely)
and we wonder…
will they become
butterflies drinking nectar
or moths seeking the light?

Five Butterflies by Odilon Redon, 1912

parenthetically speaking

please do not
puncture my poetry
with unwanted or
wanton punctuation

commas i suppose
are required for prose
but totally unnecessary
for terse purple verse

better to be clean
in your cummings
and goings than to
leave a blot or dot

and if you cannot
decide where to pause
feel free to break laws
but be warned that

the punctuation police
are determined to deter
any pregnant poets
who miss a period


Melissa hosts poetics at dVerse and prompts us to write sans punctuation

push “publish”

“I write on these spindrift pages.” — Dylan Thomas


I… personally speaking, myself and not another; singularly and uniquely me

write… to scribble with pencil, flow from ink, or tap on keyboard; to make meaning from letters into words into phrases into poetry

on… immediately active location; ready position; prepared for task; alert

these… things here, not there; close at hand and possessed; opportune

spindrift… mist of music and lyrics like salty spray from crest of wave or wild dusting of snowdrift in gale

[easily confused with spendthrift… who gives away freely, shares extravagantly; both prodigal and profligate]

pages… leaves of a book, spaces on a screen, blanks waiting to be filled in with words and sent into the world!


Take a Dylan Thomas quote, make an acrostic, define your lines! Laura Bloomsbury hosts MTB at dVerse Poets.

provision

large brown egg…still warm

from grass-fed, free-range chicken

work of happy hen!

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!

_______

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!

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