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time is a friend

09 Feb 2016 Leave a comment

by lynn__ in Uncategorized Tags: farmer, fruit, harvest, seed, time

time ripens good seed

farmer waits ever patient

harvest fruit will come

in need of rescue

06 Feb 2016 23 Comments

by lynn__ in haibun, Uncategorized Tags: rescue, runaway, sex slavery, tears

photo by Gabriella at dVerse; used with permission

Daddy was mean so I run away but had nowhere to go. Met a guy I thought I could trust. Sure, he treated me real special at first. I fell hard…thought he loved me too. Called me “sweet thing” and “babe” and said two of us was all that mattered in the world. Until he started passing me around to his friends for free and then to strangers for money. Decent money too but he keeps most of it. Now he’s taking me to the big city. I don’t wanna go but he squeezes my arm so tight at every bus stop…to keep me from running again. Doesn’t anybody see my tears?

i’ve nowhere to go

sky cries tears down bus windows

can’t wash my shame’s pain

Thinking of young victims of sex slavery and linking with haibun challenge at dVerse Poets

january 22nd

25 Jan 2016 7 Comments

by lynn__ in Uncategorized

light

a candle

another year

asking for mercy

a prayer walk for life

silent memorial for unborn

53 million taken before their time

ripped or salted from mothers’ wombs

medical professionals under hippocratic oath

who profit from selling spare body parts

hearts grow cold as a january night

boots tramp uncleared sidewalk

while 53 million snowflakes

sparkle as tiny diamonds

under a misty moon

frozen tears

of love

lost

quadrille in 44 words

18 Jan 2016 17 Comments

by lynn__ in Uncategorized Tags: ballet, dance, Nutcracker, tickets

Check out d’Verse Poets where Bjorn is hosting the pub’s first quadrille…

This poem is dedicated to my cultured friend, Karen D.K. 🙂

publicdomainpictures.net – Petr Kratochvil

my friend and i

thrill to quadrille

in beginning scene

of Tchaikovsky’s

beloved Nutcracker

when professional

ballet company

dazzles our rural

community and

invites local youth

to dance dreams staged

as mice and soldiers,

angels, snowflakes,

candy canes or

polichinelles…

and we have tickets!!

winter rose

11 Jan 2016 26 Comments

by lynn__ in haibun, Uncategorized Tags: Christmas, flute, hymn, rose

(Listen to choir recording here…with lyrics)

haunting winter hymn

lo, how a rose e’er blooming

flute plays minor key

photo copyright: kanzensakura (used with permission)

This traditional Christmas carol sings a haunting melody, particularly when breathed through a flute. The flowing hymn hearkens back to Cologne, Germany in the 16th century during an evening snowfall. A high Renaissance tune which switches from solemnity to dance-like quality and back again, in half-frozen syncopation.

Originally sung in adoration of the virgin’s purity, Lutherans (ever reforming!) later tweaked the words to change its focus to Jesus Christ. As the hope of Israel, he fulfills the prophecies of Isaiah, appearing as the Branch, a stem from Jesse’s root, and the Rose of Sharon.