(extra)ordinary wanderings

 

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!

 

 

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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!

 

European tour: Belgium

Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai hosts virtual European tour this month.

ardennen 2

 

leave Brussels chaos

find peace in Ardennes hills

pass through dark forest

 

(Photo credit: CDHK)

live smoothly

I want to title this, “pink lemonade” but used word tiles given…

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A poem created with magnetic poem kit  🙂

grey dey

 

Taste this fog,

stir like pea soup;

thick, steamy, heady

moist air presses.

 

Watercolor of wet

still-life landscape,

paint no background;

grey droplets spatter.

 

Pickup headlights

float, pierce the misty

curtain as eery shapes

of cow ghosts appear.

 

sky scan

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sevenling (fantasy)

 

if dust were diamonds,

asphalt was gold, and

trees’ leaves paper money,

 

we’d sneeze on greed

drive over wealth, con~

sider banks quite funny!

 

fantastical, our discontent would blow away with wind~

 


Linking to dVerse Poetics with Lillian on “fantasy” theme…

 

if angels gave birth

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if angels gave birth

their offspring would

be cherubic with…

 

round rosebud cheeks

innocently wise eyes

beguiling half smiles

petal-soft scented skin

miniature untried wings

slippery hot-pink halo

and a kissable bald pate

 

….almost as perfect

as our granddaughter,

Elon LaShay, loved by God.

 

death not the final act

 

We wish our loved ones in our arms could stay

but sovereign God upon the throne he sits.

As long as we have breath, life’s stage we play,

performing to extent of strength and wits.

We take (or miss) our cues by starts and fits;

laugh at ourselves in life’s strange comedy.

Joy of our moment in the spotlight flits;

last curtain calls for death’s dark tragedy.

As lights go dim, the end brings tear to eye;

the pain of letting go stings oh so smart.

Remembering best scenes will make us cry;

lead actor’s lines forever in our heart.

Around me gather when life ends with moan,

when God directs, I’ll rise from vault of stone!

 

-Dedicated to memory of Lisa Wielenga, taken at age 29.  She believed!

 


 

Bouts-Rimés (pronounced Boo-ReeMay) is French for “rhymed ends” and is the name given to a rhyming game of poets.  I wrote this sonnet using a list of ending words for each line, to be used in order given (more info at: dVerse Poets)

spacious grace

 

our farmhouse kitchen,
my flavored hub in the
noisy business of life

antique desk, (un)sorted mail
dishwasher hum, recipes, books
lists of vegetables, partial poems

big table, oak with leaves,
stands center stage; set for
family feast and circle of prayer

guests welcomed into our
mess, pull up a sticky chair
where happy grandchild sat

they’ve all gone outside
to play, or work in the sun;
a lull until the next meal.


This poem, linked to dVerse poetics, incorporates a line (italic) from “Burning the Old Year”, a poem by Naoi Shihab Nye.

non-traditional@haiku

 

snow melts in birdbath

twitter group splash gone viral

hashtag: spring is here!

round rainbows

 

she blows soap bubbles

round rainbow orbs float on air

touch wet colors…pop!

 

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photo credit:  en.wikipedia.org

 

 

traveler’s tanka

 

pilgrim passing through

eternity at road’s fork

choose destination

 

broad way leads down easy path

disciple climbs narrow stair

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