CDHK’s prompt from Jane Reichhold’s “Dictionary of Haiku”: emptiness
working up a thirst
mow grass on hot summer day
pitcher is empty!
revelation
04 Sep 2016 Leave a comment
CDHK’s prompt from Jane Reichhold’s “Dictionary of Haiku”: angels
pray for heaven’s help
angel shuts mouth of lion
we can see visions
pitter~patter
24 Aug 2016 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: camping, rain, sleep, weather
Theme at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai is “power of words”: let the rain kiss you
“Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.” ~Langston Hughes
pack to go camping
forecast predicts rain showers
great sleeping weather
delirium in dirt
18 Aug 2016 6 Comments
in haiku, senryu, Uncategorized Tags: darkness, farmer, moonlight, rain
Not sure if this would be considered haiku (nature)or senryu (human nature).
moonlight stirs crazy
work late against chance of rain
farmer digs darkness
photo by lynn
spherical
17 Aug 2016 2 Comments
in haiku, Uncategorized Tags: daylight, earth, goat's beard, sun, weed
Linking with Carpe Diem Haiku Kai “power of words” theme: movement
“Haiku is the poetry of nature and nature is always in motion…” ~ Chèvrefeuille, CDHK host
summer daylight fades
earth turns away from sun’s face
weed bows seedful head
goatsbeard photos by lynn
true blue salute
11 Aug 2016 30 Comments
in story, Uncategorized Tags: blue, clouds, jet, navy, ocean, pilot
former navy pilot unpacks
fond memories of his days
ordered in pristine uniform,
life aboard aircraft carrier.
forever alert, he still scans
ocean-blue expanse of sky
beyond white-sand islands
of floating cumulous puffs.
reminisces one shining hour:
officer’s personal invitation
to test-flight new jet fighter,
before honorable discharge.
accelerate to pure freedom;
loop-de-loop clouds, swoop
between sapphire skies and
cerulean sea, defy gravitas.
reverie reverts, retiree points
up – “those clouds look innocent
yet pose real threat to pilots;
may harbor hail, wind shears.”
in worn-out lawn chair, he bird
watches as sleek indigo swallows
swiftly cruise from barn hangar
to sail into loyal-blue heavens.
photo: wiki commons
A memory my 82 yr. old father shared with me while staying at our house this summer and linking with dVerse poets OLN in response to De’s “blue” prompt.
romancing the cook
08 Aug 2016 30 Comments
in haibun, Uncategorized Tags: coffee, cook, omelet, recipe, romance
The recipe for romance begins in the kitchen, it’s true. Wink while pouring a hot cup of coffee, stir in a little sugar ‘n cream. Share secret stash of smooth dark chocolate and a lingering kiss. Place in love’s grasp a wildflower bouquet, picked fresh in anticipation. Cook breakfast omelet (for supper) together; nibble an earlobe while bacon sizzles. Slip arm around waist as artisan bread toasts to crusty perfection. Turn lights low, sit side by side, hold hands to pray a blessing. Pass the seasonings and sprinkle meal lightly with laughter.
hungry for dessert
oh my sweet potato pie
recipe for love
Joining dVerse poets for haibun Monday with a romantic theme!
farming is NO fairytale
27 Jul 2016 23 Comments
in rhyming verse, Uncategorized Tags: bucolic, drought, farmers, pestilence, tornados
Yep, farming seems to be drought or deluge, feast or famine 🙂 I’m joining dVerse and enthusiasticallydawn this week…
city folk dream of scenes bucolic
but real country life is workaholic;
daily working up a sweat,
yearly diving into debt.
in late spring, rain will not stop
by early fall, drought hurts the crop.
all summer long, hot south wind blows;
dark thunderstorms spawn tornados.
aphids, root worm, corn borer, blight-
present fresh pestilence to fight.
chemicals that kill noxious weeds
may drift on flowers and honeybees.
chickens like to roam range free
till raccoons binge on killing spree.
an older bull, he could go lame;
a younger bull might miss his game.
wonder when grain prices raise?
after contract’s selling days.
though farming’s not an easy life,
i’m glad to be my farmer’s wife.
“country hicks” are labels pearled;
remember, farmers feed the world!
re-treat to shade
24 Jul 2016 2 Comments
“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day…watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.”
― John Lubbock, The Use Of Life
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dog day afternoon
lying on back in cool grass
heady with clover
must be her orange hair
20 Jul 2016 14 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: dog, hair, orange, pears
Join Victoria at dVerse poets’ pub as she interviews one of our founders, Claudia, and challenges us to write a sevenling!
Painting by Claudia Schoenfeld, used by permission.
invite friends from upstairs
mix chill drinks with a flair
offer fresh dijon pears
how she tickles the keys
recites free verse with ease
painting art on a breeze
while her deaf dog sleeps soundly under the chair.
don’t let go
20 Jun 2016 1 Comment
If we
give up
on
faith
hope
love
and we
give in
to
doubt
despair
hate
we will
all
fall
like
dominoes.
(extra)ordinary wanderings
07 Jun 2016 18 Comments
in haibun, Uncategorized Tags: clover, dandelion, gravel, killdeer, walk
Experience the best in rural rejuvenation by simply strolling down a gravel road with eyes fully open, senses aware. Shy wildflowers greet the observant walker from their hiding places in the waving fringe of ditch grasses. See the bright face of a fresh dandelion next to the seedy puff of an elder bloom on its way out. Pluck and inhale a sweet clover blossom, then poke stem through a buttonhole for country-style boutonniere. Note erratic flight of white cabbage moth past buds of wild roses soon to blush pink. Taste surprise dust devil whipped up by wind. Follow the cry of killdeer as it fakes broken wing to drag trouble away from nest. Listen to red-winged blackbird sing heart out for his mate from perch atop road sign. Hear familiar crunch of gravel beneath favorite walking shoes. Feel spirit lift when raise eyes to the open skies. Go ahead, try to predict the weather!
photo by lynn
you can see for miles
evening walk on gravel road
full of life’s secrets
Link to d’Verse Poets haibun Monday. Wrote something similar May 9… hey, i like to walk!
a poem in my pocket 
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