unpredictably
sunny, with flurries of snow
and common grackles
image: animals.net
spring forecast
09 Apr 2020 Leave a comment
in haiku, Uncategorized Tags: flurries, forecast, grackles, snow, sunny
close/open
06 Apr 2020 33 Comments
when restaurants close,
drive throughs open double lanes
to serve safely.
when schools close,
teachers open online rooms
to teach remotely.
when surgical centers close,
hospital personnel open doors
to care courageously.
when church buildings close,
God’s people open united hearts
to pray faithfully.
Linking to dVerse Poets quadrille prompt…44 words on “close”.
hindsight is 2020
05 Apr 2020 9 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: apocalypse, paint chip, pandemic, revelation
Linking to Linda’s fearless paint chip poetry prompt…I used all the colors 🙂 Also, check out dVerse poetics where Bjorn invites us to write on this time of the plague.
perhaps, looking back, we
may possibly be tickled pink
to experience the good fortune
of living through the apocalypse—
not of destruction, but revelation,
which sharpens iron, unveiling
nuts and bolts of wiser choices
like bright sunburst in your eyes;
the sweet ’n sour of life’s losses
purges the palate (and palette)
even as it washes away our
fragile sand castle dreams.
paint chip samples
Covid 19 OCD
05 Apr 2020 3 Comments
in chant poem, Uncategorized Tags: coronavirus, face, mask, social distancing, touch, wash
flatten the coronavirus curve
do not touch your face
practice safe social distancing
free clip art
DO not touch your face
wash hands for twenty seconds
do NOT touch your face
wipe down all smooth surfaces
do not TOUCH your face
wear sterile gloves, N95 mask
do not touch YOUR face
what if eyeballs and teeth itch?
do not touch your FACE!
look up in pandemic
25 Mar 2020 17 Comments
in quote, rhyming verse, tercet, Uncategorized Tags: Covid-19, loss, moon, pandemic, pray, the Light
such times of great loss can open our eyes
to see truth more clearly and recognize lies
will you find any comfort in political ties?
a plague is upon us, mutant Covid-19
streets almost empty, few people are seen
how can we possibly wash our hands clean?
ashes to ashes, we chant mournful tune
whoever thought they would die so soon?
“barn’s burnt down, now i can see moon.”
in night’s deepest darkness, the Light brightly shines
to show us the path in these difficult times:
“Do not be afraid…because you are Mine!”
will we humble ourselves, even kneel down to pray
asking God to forgive our proud wandering ways?
may He grant us his mercy and restore us today.
Linking to dVerse Poets pub where Mish encourages us to write on this quote: “Barn’s burnt down, now I can see the moon” – Mizuta Masahide.
Photo by Fusion Medical Animation on Unsplash.
capricious cupid
16 Mar 2020 15 Comments
in prosery, Uncategorized
Remembering crushes of puppy love and youthful dating experiences, I don’t know why I was surprised…every time love started or ended, the rest of the world faded into the background. Romantic tunnel vision of a new love found or an old love lost always claims intense focus.
The angst of the question answered by plucking daisy petals…he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me? Daydreams of mutual admiration, chance meetings, sweet conversations, drinking in their eyes, perhaps a soft kiss. Memorizing the beloved’s face while mesmerized by their smile.
The emotional wreckage of a relational break up and subsequent painful questions of why, why not, why not us? The second guessing and the blame game are all consuming. Disappointment, anger, and loneliness mingle in tears wiped on sleeves, pillows and friend’s shoulder.
Infatuation is fickle but a promise is forever.
Diamond brooch – Ruby Lane
At dVerse poets pub, Merril challenges us to write prosery of 144 words including the line (bold) from Jane Hirshfield’s poem, “I Want to Be Surprised.”
grandma’s kitchen
13 Mar 2020 Leave a comment
so much depends upon
the stainless tea kettle
whistling
on bisque enamel stove
next to bunch of yellow
ripened bananas and a
warm batch
of ginger crackle cookies.
William Carlos Williams’ poem about the red wheelbarrow inspired this poem…
b is for boaz
04 Mar 2020 9 Comments
baby boy
bouncy baby boy
beautiful bouncy baby boy
big beautiful bouncy baby boy
brother to four
older sister-mothers
who coo when you cry,
“you know that we love you!”
breast-fed and chubby
with soft rolls of charm
your smiling blue eyes
and adorable dimples
grandma’s ticklish touch
triggers wiggly giggles
you’re round and delightful,
sweet-cheeked apple of my eye!
Uncle Jim
27 Feb 2020 5 Comments
we’re passing shadows
from dust to dust again;
Jim’s baptism~memorial
marked in same church.
his body now laid to rest
soul released into glory;
farmer planted in the soil
harvest is brought home.
casket bouquet features
corn, fishing pole, tractor;
children, grands & greats,
fruit of faithful marriage.
he outlived son & one lung,
now breathes heaven’s air;
entered the land of living…
those left behind will come
ash wednesday
26 Feb 2020 Leave a comment
fallen…in rebellion
we are but broken twigs
fuel for feeding the fire;
ephemoral ash and smoke
all black-tarred with sticky guilt
destined for eternal combustion
in hot flames of the Almighty’s
justifiable wrath; pure holiness
cannot ignore injustice and
violence interminably nor can
Love itself tolerate ingrates’ hate.
his heart weeps as he sweeps
the good earth clean again in
a purifying inferno.
__________
forgiven…lifted up
by Grace we learn to
see our true selves as
repentant and redeemed;
washed joyous clean again
in the blood of the Son’s one
done sacrifice; destined for
eternal restored relationship
with our Creator/Father
who in open-armed mercy
accepts us in Agape love itself
which transforms our earthly
mirror images to reflect light
of perfecting peace.
a poem in my pocket 
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