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stags wander forest
storks build nest atop chimney
breathe blue mountain air
french documentary
14 Nov 2024 Leave a comment
in haiku, Uncategorized Tags: forest, mountains, stag, storks
elfjie treasure
18 Sep 2024 17 Comments
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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!
in memoriam
11 Sep 2024 14 Comments
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.”
for sarah
09 Jul 2024 13 Comments
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.
luminescence
22 Jun 2024 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: fireflies, flash, hope, prayers
fireflies like prayers
flashes of hopefulness rise…
yet full moon outshines
cavernous musings
11 Jun 2024 18 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: bat, cavern, magma, stalactites, stalagmites, troll, twilight
Dora at dVerse suggests we explore liminal spaces…
“In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between them, there are doors.” -William Blake
shadows, jagged and toothy
hang from limestone gums
as sharp stalagmites reach
up from dark jaws of chaos.what hideousness in pit of
earth’s bowels? a creature
vicious as vampire bat or
loathsome as cave troll?dare strap on headlamp
to crawl through dampest
fears? discover passage
into fiery lake of magma?only blind fish and dank
bacteria can exist in space
lost to the conscious world,
bathed in eternal twilight.
miss bibli ophelia
05 Jun 2024 14 Comments
in sonnet, Uncategorized Tags: bibliophilia, book, letters, reader, words
Linking to dVerse poetics and feeling nostalgic with Lillian this evening…
in comfortable chair with eager arms
she opens book to uncover its charms
from pages living letters, words escape
in visions of an author’s storyscape;
such rich imaginations fill her head
with true ideals, aspiring soul is fed.
her heart in chest does real affection swell
how many pleasant hours she’ll not tell;
another’s point of view now understood
to grow inside with character proves good.
she wanders on from scene to shining scene
and wonders what a metaphor might mean.
reader will thrill at unexpected plot;
whether one owns a signed copy or not.
brevity
29 May 2024 1 Comment
in Uncategorized Tags: baby robin, death, grief, hope, lawn, May, murder
grass grows like mad in may
failing to see his brother, i
commit murder with mower.
ashamed…i finish lawn only
to flee indoors from grieving
parents frantically hopping…
hoping a better future for this
adolescent on the edge of life
and flight training; he chirps
mournfully, poops on the deck
railing…still reeling, he flies low
to refuge under lilac’s shadow…
i pray the cats don’t find him.
walking wounded
15 May 2024 13 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: bitterness, offender, snake, son, venom, wounded
bitten by the snake,
poison circulates system.
venom on the tongue,
with desire to bite back.
why live on blade of bitterness?
if offender will not be offended;
yet stabbed more hearts than one
when chose another over dear son.
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Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave it to the wrath of God, for it is written,
“Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord.” (Romans 12:19, ESV)
relational intuition
13 May 2024 21 Comments
it’s helpful to know one’s place
in any family-style community
to know how and where you belong
to be loved into responsible joy of returning love
why rebel against the obvious good fit?
unrealistic expectations turn gentle contentment
into unnatural tantrums against healthy constraints
heirloom lost
10 Apr 2024 14 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: antique, box, childhood, dreams, jewelry, memories
my box was antique blue
with a heart-shaped lock,
tiny key and gold filigree-
patterned lid, lifted fragilely
on two hinges to reveal tray
of velvety divided squares
my box held real jewelry,
leftovers from my mother
and grandmother which i
imagined in woke-dreams
they’d worn to royal teas
and exotic travels overseas
my box was old, well-used;
velvet rubbed bare in spots
till hinges broke irreparably
and i left childhood dreams
behind, discarded with box
but kept jeweled memories
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Patterned after Gillian Clarke’s poem, “My Box” and shared with Kim at dVerse poets OLN.
a poem in my pocket 
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