green is good for the eyes

A ghazal (pronounced “guzzle”)

memories softened by time passed far away from lush green grass of home
by day children played, at night bunnies strayed across green grass of home.

life disappointments and tears trickle, even envy may green-prickle when
seems the other side of white picket fence enjoys greener grass of home.

invest in ground cover with copious hours and sweat like lover; in winter recover
sow & fertilize, grow & water, mow & rake, for lawn’s sake, greenest grass of home.

learn to see beauty best in natural spaces that sprout with dandelions’ sunny faces
content as a lark who builds nest to rest, near prairie-tall green grasses of home.

at the end of my days, i’ll sleep under sod, then awake amazed in presence of God
to know my soul has reached heaven’s goal: the sweet shalom-green grass of home.

house was a home

emptied of family and

furnishings except for

an ornate pool table

with matching chairs

in basement; listen —

sounds of billiard balls

clacking against each

other, stripes vs. solids.

ghostly echos of former

husband vs. wife, each

of different pattern, who

clacked loudly to break;

left single family home

for two separate shelters.

as new occupant peels

off wall-lettering upstairs:

“bless this home with love

and laughter,” she wonders

about — the children.


Laura Bloomsbury hosts dVerse poetics tonight with “house” theme…

 

Egad, ye gods!

Greek pantheon
are myths to us,
such terrible fuss!
Poor Persephone:
“who cares for me?”
Captured, raped
by Uncle Hades,
a devilish beast;
manipulated by
silly Mother Ceres,
who would starve
humanity by neglect;
and banished yearly
by Father Zeus, who
had engaged his own
sister in prideful lust.
What incestuous mess!

These are no “gods”
but humanized idols
on selfish agendas,
oblivious to damage.
We humans, created
to worship, have
throughout history
fashioned odd gods
in our own image;
futile attempts to
control triune, to
keep wholly “other”
in manageable box.
The Holy One, great
“I Am” laughs at our
delusional myths from
throne in pure flame.


Linking to dVerse poets pub where we consider the Greek myth of Persephone…

pica hudsonia

 

“It is not only fine feathers that make fine birds.”

 

skah, skah
ka- ka- ka- ka
bold bird, both
seen and heard
wears coattails
pretends to sing
strong sharp beak
iridescent wings
dressed formal
in black & white
wants to impress
looks for a fight
scavenger ways
fill magpie days

 

image from Pinterest

chant of lament

how long, O Lord,
will we follow foolishness
pursue perverse rank rebellion
flounder in personal darkness?

how long, O Lord,
will we ignore garden plan
where life was very good with
all creation in perfect balance?

how long, O Lord,
must we use, abuse, misuse
ourselves, each other, the earth’s
precious children, gentle creatures?

how long, O Lord,
till you quiet our restless souls
long enough to listen to your words
of beauty, love, grace, and truth?

how long, O Lord,
till our pride is humbled, our
grip on wealth’s power loosened
and we find satisfaction in You alone?

image from Pixabay

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Meeting at dVerse poets’ pub to chant with Bjorn today…

gotta another quarter?

 

e6f439e248f5d251df3de919b5b01dd5teenagers of the fifties
grew up in happy days

poodle-skirted gals
met grease-slicked guys
at the local juke joint

“Baby, buy me a
cheeseburger and malt.
Then we’ll shuffle to
Elvis’ latest greatest hit.”

you only juked me
that you couldn’t dance!

 

 

 

 

Brian Miller serves quadrillles at the dVerse poets’ pub today.  Born at end of the fifties, I remember Elvis and juke boxes.  (Image from Pinterest)

forest food chain refrain

brambles and briars protect little rabbits
if hop-wander away from the nest;
foxes teach kits discreet hunting habits
between sunset and sunrise seem best.

if hop-wander away from the nest,
little birdies be risking their necks
in carnivore dexterity tests.

foxes teach kits discreet hunting habits
train them to catch tender young rabbits
keeping hare population in check.

between sunset and sunrise seem best
for birdies to sleep in their nests
and tender young bunnies to rest.

artwork by Lydia

Trimeric form poetry invented by Charles A. Stone: four stanzas, first has 4 lines, next three stanzas begin with corresponding line of first stanza. I added meter and rhyme for fun.

minimalist dreams

“The isolated Model T truck bears the weight and pride of a hundred years of rust, becoming prairie art and sentinel.” 

– quote and photo by Glenn Buttkus at South Sound Minimalist Photos

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cousin billy jo’s family
left kansas in dust bowl;
packed worldly possessions
headed to californ-I-ay
to live under a palm tree
but truck broke down in dry
gulch county of colorado;
abandoned it right there
hiked to nearby town
where billy jo’s daddy
found work in a mine;
rusted dreams sift sand,
no palm tree for miles.

Noah’s scouts

raven
black, strong
pumping, soaring, cawing
scavenger, bully, nester, peacemaker
cooing, flapping, alighting
delicate, white
dove

 


A diamante is an unrhymed, seven line poem. “Dee-uh-MAHN-tay” is Italian for “diamond”.  See www.poetry4kids.com for more information.

sorrow’s train

 

squabs hatched near old depot
downy nestlings have flown
lonesome dove cries softly
for orphan far from home

destiny now switches course
where railway freight cars roam
wail of distant train horn
calls orphan far from home

mothers, father, grandparents
took one-way ticket loan
my heartsong of mourning
as orphan far from home

 


Meeting the bar at dVerse poets pub with Laura Bloomsbury’s challenge to write “epiphora” with watery eyes and repetition…

nuclear fallout

 

it’s good to create

energy in a marriage

a bit of spark adds

excitement to any

couple’s relationship

but negative energy

will backfire on itself;

wound like   [bam]

agitated boomerang

or spring   [zing]

like wristwatch too

tightly wound, no

longer

synchronized

in time

 

together.

 


Lillian challenges us to write a quadrille (44 words) using both pronunciations/meanings of “wound”.  Join us at dVerse poets pub  🙂

life goes on

as the world turns

life goes on

in sleeping and waking

life goes on

as spring blooms to summerIMG_1648

life goes on

in wonder of pregnancy

life goes on

as waiting on nest eggs

life goes on

in corn plants on row

life goes on

as calves grow strong

life goes on

in persistence of anthills

life goes on

as sunshine after rain

life goes on

in each heartbeat and breath

life goes on!

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