a poem in my pocket

Looks like
winter iz doing
its zing today…
blowing horizontally
snowing astronomically
squirrel rollz itself in snowball
and zings across the driveway
“to the tree, to the tree!”
(to quote Dr. Zing Suess)
stay inside and read, I say,
eat chocolate with greed today.

De Jackson serves quadrilles and zingers today at dVerse poets…

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trickle creek gold dust

fuels greed for mother lode

boom~bust mining town

the sioux county archery club which has

to be their guest at their upcoming musical

(held on the third Tuesday of each month)

because it is an amazing experience —

being thrown out of a vehicle driving around,

(a little bit of inconvenience) and a strong dose of caution

stemmed from a report of an alcoholic beverage

found near the entrance building and the former

belle goes off to rescue her father; she encounters

unwanted marriage proposals from

about a dozen members and newcomers…

seating will be first come, first served!

These lines strung together from various articles in The Sioux Center News, Jan. 21, 2025 issue.

HE follows each of us…everyday, everywhere, every post!

But you, O Lord, are a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter of my head. – Psalm 3:3 (ESV)

sun’s morning rays
lift eyelids awake
new day…i’m alive

open book of life
your words lift spirit
illuminate my mind

my body, a temple,
lift legs higher; time
to move lively now

thanks before meal
lift voice in prayer
given food for life

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Quadrille (44 words) linked to dVerse Poets where De (whimsygizmo) gives us a “lift” 🙂

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glass
butter churn
its paddles soar
grandkids test antique taste
history

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An elfjie is a little elven poem of 11 words in 5 lines; theme today is “soar”. See guidelines for form here. Thanks to David for hosting and Sarah Whiley for posting an interesting W3 prompt!

morning of 9-11-2001…where were you when unimaginable tragedy struck?

at home
with children
husband says,
“turn on news”
watch furtively
shield little eyes
(they saw enough
to fear airplanes)
terrorists fly fueled
deathtraps to fiery
destruction & chaos
hell’s heat & smoke
people panic, jump
screams & sirens
first responders are
brave to rescue the
injured & bleeding
buildings collapse
leveled to street
low cloud billows
of dust & debris
onlookers run as
victims lie buried
below steel cross

the following summer, in month of June
when my father called to tell me mom had died,
(she was our second wife & mother we grieve)
he commented, “our twin towers have fallen.”

From ‘Apple’ by Sarah Connor:
“There is a wholesomeness to apples:
 the white flesh crisp, fine-grained,
 the sweet, sharp scent. The skin.”

remember…

the soft flesh of her skin
fine-grained and oh so white;
breathe in sharply such crisp
wholesomeness: the sweet
appled scent of a woman

From ‘No mail – no post’ by Sarah Connor:
“No words.
 No rhymes, no poeming tonight,
 just this blank space,
 this white page, 
stretching endlessly”

poet’s legacy

will old blogs stretch
into blank white space?
No! corvid words live on
endlessly…in books,
rhymes of poems and
even tonight’s posts,
like letters mailed
lovingly to the future!

Linking to dVerse as a tribute to our fellow poet, Sarah Connor. Thanks to Kim for her interview/conversation with Sarah posted tonight! And may God be near you and your family, Sarah.