at my casket

 

When you all your tears are blinking,

look carefully… i may be winking.

😉

violence against humanity

 

Awful week of three senseless public shootings by U.S. citizens at garlic festival in Gilroy CA, Walmart shopping center in El Paso TX, and popular nightclub neighborhood in Dayton OH.

We wonder why domestic terrorists perpetrate violence against unsuspecting victims? Why should innocent people die while enjoying their life? Why is our society spiraling down into a culture of hate and mayhem?

Why is it legal for mothers (whose nature is nurture) to pay doctors (whose profession is healing) to dismember their preborn infants? Why do fathers abandon or abuse their own children after conceiving them? Why do we insist our lives are superior and consider other lives expendable? Why not choose to love and protect one another, starting with our family?

Perhaps there is some connection here, an unnatural progression from selfishness, disrespect, broken relationships and alienation into a macabre culture of death. The shooters are guilty of crimes against humanity but we are all culpable.

shopping

killing on home turf

abortion births death culture

all victims bleed red

 

 

love blooms red

poppie+at+sunrise

 

field of red poppies

remember blood sacrifice

freedom’s costly price

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Linking to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai’s flower month. Today’s flower is the poppy.

just saying…

 

There are good reasons for sweating in bed;

the thermostat is not one.

 

thermostat

castlegarsource.com

 


An “American sentence”: pithy poem of 17 syllables.

 

listen as darkness falls

 

Listen to silent barn; cattle chores
finished when farmer turns out light
as darkness falls.

Listen to busy crickets, fiddle
incessantly from damp ditch grass
as darkness falls.

Listen to tall corn grow, stretching
and squeaking to whorled height
as darkness falls.

Listen to lightning bug wings
chirr while rising to spark new mate
as darkness falls.

Listen to killdeer warn their
nestlings to huddle in feather bed
as darkness falls.

Listen to far stars, singing ancient
alien lullaby with grandmother moon
as darkness falls.

 

 


A pastoral poem in six tercets, patterned after Jane Kenyon’s “Let Evening Come” and linked to Kim’s mini challenge at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.

opening to lovelight

 

floating on black pond

mysterious lotus heart

~ deeper reflections ~

 

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image: unsplash

sun psalm

 

display of glory

nearly audible voice heard

sunbeams from heaven

 

(Psalm 19: 1-6)

Free…to live right

Instead of seeking to be great, may Americans seek to be good!

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“We have staked the whole future of American civilization, not upon the power of the government…[but] upon all of us to govern ourselves…to sustain ourselves according to the ten commandments of God.”   

– James Madison, founding father & U.S. President 1809-1817

underwater wonder

An amazing animal to observe is the North American river otter. An otter’s dainty ears, alert eyes and long whiskers give it an engaging appearance. Otters are curious and sociable creatures. Their antics entertain and they like to perform.

Otters are the only water-loving members of the weasel family and are perfectly designed for swimming. They have extra-thick fur that traps air between the under-layer and longer guard hairs to keep their skin dry. Their torpedo-shaped bodies with short limbs are impressively streamlined. Webbed hind feet prove efficient as flippers. Claws, speed and teeth equip this carnivore for proficient fishing.

My husband and I enjoyed watching the river otter dive, swim and spin in its tank at the Houston Zoological Park. I recorded a brief video which later delighted our grand daughters. Each creature designed by God reveals his wisdom and glory. Each plays a vital role in nature’s ecological balance.

river otter glides

zoos educate and research

discover wonder

 

discipline

 

little buddy red-
faced, setting the stage
to fly into kicking and sweating rage

wiser granny said-
stop your fretting, my child
there’s no use getting unruly riled

now go to bed-
buddy, until lesson you learn
to let kissing cousins have a turn!

 

 


Quadrille (44-word poem) including the word “fret”… with Kim at dVerse Poets

hanalei market

 

leisurely saturday morning
vacation stop to photograph
picturesque wooden church

park jeep on emerald lawn
off nearby malolo road
white tents reflect sunshine

organic taro fields and
lush mountain peaks serve
as backdrop to lively scene

wander past exotic fruits
and fresh juice samplers
to sounds of ukulele music

admire woven baskets and
printed aloha fish onesies
try on designer canvas hats

taste pineapple shaved ice
sample fresh mango salsa,
buy longan “eyes”, star fruit

sudden clouds darken sky
thank friendly island vendor
sprint laughing in warm rain

 

youth’s days numbered

 

Inside a rustic cabin deep in Yukon territory, an old miner seasoned a simmering pot of venison stew.

Stroking his grizzled chin, he thought about the majestic elk herd he’d encountered migrating through a mountain meadow late that afternoon: one dominant young bull calling a large group of cows and calves to follow. After the herd disappeared over a ridge, a straggler came stumbling out of the trees: an old bull, wild-eyed and abandoned. Somehow he’d felt a kindred spirit to the animal…

Later, eerie howls of wolves on their twilight hunt woke him. He stirred the fire’s embers before going outside in the dark to check on his pack mule. Under waning moon, he was fumbling with the cabin latch on his return when far away an interrupted cry of the lone elk was heard as the hungry pack took him down.

 


An exercise in “prosery” for dVerse where Bjorn challenges us to write flash fiction of 144 words (exactly!) and include the phrase (from Robert Frost) in italics above.

 

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