posting poetic prose
03 Feb 2021 4 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: beach
roaring down the beach
at the height of winter waves
mist clouds
© Jane Reichhold (1937-2016)
roaring down the beach
dangerous surf erases
beachcombers’ footprints
at the height of winter waves
surfers in wet suits compete
catch wave or wipe out
mist clouds
rise as waves surge against cliffs
salt spray drenches rocks
© Lynn Wielenga (2021)
Link to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai “troiku” challenge to take each line of original haiku and begin a new haiku.
27 Jan 2021 12 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: dementia
what do you do
when your parent
becomes your child?
when they’re lost in old
memories and cannot
find their way back to
reality’s present?
how do you map a mind
with its labyrinth of neural
pathways meandering
like tributaries of wild
untame-able river?
My father is suffering from dementia following Covid isolation and oxygen deprivation.
12 Jan 2021 8 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: class, quadrille, questions, writer's block
am i real writer or
perhaps dreamy dabbler?
skilled smithy of words or
unintelligible babbler?
can i complete homework
by end of the week?
my pen, now tongue-tied, can hardly speak!
when i begin online writing class
such baffling questions i myself ask!
31 Dec 2020 5 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: covid, disappointment, frustration, isolation, pandemic
isolation
frays nerves
as relationship
thins
separation
fractures hearts
so socially dis-
tanced
emotion
roils beneath
an obfuscating
mask
frustration
muddles mind
in ubiquitous
protocol
expectation
within withers
when hope dis-
appoints
Incredulously, I may not visit my 87-year-old father as he struggles with Covid-19. It seems the protocols are as deadly as the pandemic as many elderly have suffered from the fallout as much as the disease.
23 Dec 2020 7 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: goodbye, joy, mischief, smile
This snowman may look innocent
but there’s mischief in his eye
See that crooked little smile…
you think he might be foreign spy?
Let’s celebrate these days with joy
’til naughty snowman says “goodbye!”
21 Dec 2020 1 Comment
in Uncategorized Tags: astronomy, Christmas, conjugation, King, planets
Great celestial conjugation
predicted by astronomers
at dusk of winter solstice
bright sign in evening sky
when giants Jupiter & Saturn
king & queen of the planets
slow dance in orbits aligned
(their last date was in 1623).
A reminder of the Christmas
star observed long ago by
astrologer kings who believe
announcement of royal birth
(under cruel rule of tyrant king)
travel across sands of time to
worship young King of kings
with such gifts to outshine stars!
As I viewed this rare conjunction through binoculars, the song We Three Kings played on the car radio! https://youtu.be/ci-tSEifh4E
15 Dec 2020 19 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: hearth, home, inglenook, logs, stone
A quadrille for dVerse poets hosted by Linda Lee Lyberg…
in heart of home
is hearth of stone
a cozy inglenook
all those who roam
are welcomed home
to familiar inglenook
tired souls feel inspired
near kindle logs fired
in blazing inglenook
after supper, table clear,
fond stories beg to hear
by comforting inglenook
INGLENOOK (noun, English) – A close intimate corner by a fireplace where people gather for warmth; from “ingle”, a hearth (Scots).
10 Dec 2020 3 Comments
“To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night” (Gibran)
moonlight on lake reflects your beauty
mountain stream repeats your song
to know and to glorify you, my duty
to admire your ways my whole life long
gold rays of sunlight reveal nature’s booty
from delicate flower to forest tree strong
all creatures created for your enjoyment
call humanity into your good employment
Written in octave form of 8 lines (octava, rima rhyme scheme)…prompted by Laura at dVerse poets.
01 Dec 2020 33 Comments
when everyone wears masks
not just the thugs—who can
tell the difference between
bank teller or bank robber?
depends who holds the gun,
i suppose, that’s how it goes
down around town now?
coronavirus makes everyday
an unpaid masquerade
who misses the kisses?
what deprivation of hugs?
if love is to die for then
who can tell the difference
between death by covid or
death from a lonely heart?
carry them out dressed in
hazmat suits—travelers
in wilderness of contagion
Linking to dVerse poets where Sarah offers titles as writing prompt…
11 Nov 2020 1 Comment
in Uncategorized Tags: cotton, forgotten, icicles, memory
something to make you laugh
something to make you cry
something warm as blanket
something cool as icicles
something that shimmers silver
something that splashes blue
something soft as cotton
something sharp as needles
some things which are worth saving
some things which are best forgotten
Link to Tweetspeak Poetry where Callie Feyen asks: what is a memory? I answered by expanding on this list poem.
10 Nov 2020 36 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: aged, coronavirus, octagenarian
A documentary poem linked to dVerse poetics…
Eighty-six years young,
energetic octogenarian
on outing with daughter
and husband, who can
vouch as eye-witnesses,
was seen walking around
the stockyards, up and
down stairs holding rails,
shared smoked turkey legs,
even stayed for evening
rodeo past usual bedtime.
Months later, following
corona-virus outbreak,
an old man walks out of
his assisted living home,
slips off curb behind his
parked car, recovers, sells
said vehicle, exchanges
for walker to roam halls
takes two naps daily,
even loses weight from
not eating well alone,
zoom marks 87th year.
06 Nov 2020 27 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: colors, music
if jazz is blue, then
blues play cerulean
rock & roll thumps a
loudly violent violet
rap taps bold blood,
so immodestly garnet
country music waxes
into mellow marigold
gospel soothes with its
rich emerald harmony
while classical sounds
notably black & white
Synesthesia is a neurological phenomenon in which stimulation of one sense leads to automatic, involuntary experiences of a second one. Seeing music as colors is one form of synesthesia. (recent prompt by Grace at dVerse poets)
a poem in my pocket 
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