window to writer’s world

 

writing is a process;
mental and physical
engagement with my
surroundings; a scene
from the window or a
moment within mind.

i welcome green ideas
wholesome, peaceful,
like the life-giving trees
in farm grove; oxygen
for brain in warmth of
full summer season.

but sometimes my
words reveal darker
thoughts like dormant,
leafless trees; barren
and bleak in cold of
dull wintery wood.

 

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This is the view from window above my writing desk…linked to dVerse poetics

rambling rhyme

 

let’s amble down dirt path
thru bramble in the woods
we’ll ramble like a poem

hear rumble of the thunder
don’t bumble over tree roots
or stumble where you roam

step nimble-ly while hiking
hold thimble compass steady
star symbol guides us home

 


Linking with Linda Lee Lyberg at dVerse poets to write quadrille (44-words) on “among the brambles” theme.  Enjoy the berries but beware of snakes!

euphoria

 

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we would chew

penny gum balls,

colorful as turmeric,

and imagine spiced

potpourri dreams in

passing clouds; do you

see a lazy lizard? yes, it

wears old leather boots

and rides a sea serpent!

 


Linking to Linda’s paint chip poetry on “when i was little” theme!

rage

 

such minor
disagreement
erupted into a
monster of hostility
as if born the moment
we opened to the dark
secrets and fears
of our own
fragile hearts

 

The italicized lines are from the poem,“This Has Been a Summer of Moths,” by Anne M. Doe Overstreet featured at Tweetspeak Poetry.

experiential garden

Poem inspired by young calligrapher, singer & songwriter, Samara Ribbens.

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seed must crack for sprout to grow

bulb buried deep sends roots below

sepals stretch for blossom to show

rain must fall so green life can flow

hope for harvest gain, in pain we sow

such tearful truth we shall die to know!

 

 

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linden tree

back to basics

 

My fellow Americans,

What is happening to our country?

We are ONE nation but some are trying to divide us!

Have we forgotten our pledge of allegiance to her?

America’s past isn’t perfect; let us learn from our mistakes.

America’s future is full of promise if we reach for her ideals;

If we preserve freedom’s principle to protect individual rights,

If we respect our Constitution and agree to live united under law.

Have we forgotten GOD who is the source of life, law, and justice?

Let us humble ourselves, give thanks for our blessings of opportunity,

and keep working together toward true liberty and justice for ALL!

 

1rwyie

 

 

apokoinou

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photo by lynn

 

summer’s wild rose shines

after a morning shower

raindrops kiss petals

 

 


Linking to new prompt at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.  “Apokoinou” is a grammatical feature in which the middle phrase can complete the first thought and/or introduce the final idea.

reform us, Lord

 

where is the church

when racial injustice

perpetuates oppression?

if we are the body

we kneel in humility

to confess our own sins

where is the church

when families breakdown

because fathers are absent?

if we are the body

we live out God’s truth

and serve with his love

where is the church

when devastated mothers

regret aborting their children?

if we are the body

we share the powerful

hope of the Holy Spirit

where is the church

when mentally ill people

live on the streets?

if we are the body,

we will follow Jesus in

redeeming the world !

 

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sudden dread

 

carrion crow’s flight

wings chop air with whirring sound

caw cacophony

 

swoop down to murder

sharp beaks jab at feast and mates

fight over road kill

 

 

 


I added a second haiku to join dVerse poets as we revisit “imagism”; MTB (meeting the bar) challenge hosted by Frank J. Tassone…check it out!

 

 

slippery slope of violence

we have lived privileged

denied generational racism:
promoting eugenic abortions
in minority neighborhoods
and government dependency
programs that undermine
fatherhood, family, and
educational choice.

years of anger over injustice,
fear of pandemic isolation are
fuel; police brutality the spark
for radicals like antifa to…

“Cry havoc and let slip the gods of war.”

(quote by Marc Anthony in Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar)


A quadrille for dVerse poets where Linda challenges us to write on this quote.

improvisation

Another paint chip poetry challenge from Linda Kruschke at “Another Fearless Year”


 

jazz player works
as server in clatter
of greek restaurant;
smells of saffron and
grease, noisy demands
feel like a black hole
he got sucked into. it’s

not his dream job but
his lion heart, inspired
by ivory-petaled songs
of spring snowdrops,
composes after hours
a new saxophone solo
to make his spirit rock.

 

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first crunch of season

 

garden fresh radish

red skin sur-ROUNDs crisp white flesh

top, wash, rub in salt

 

radishes

Ohio State Fair 

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