high (organic green) tea

My response to Kristjaan’s “high tea” invitation!

Perankan-High-Tea

zhena’s gypsy tea

coconut chai aroma

 taste a splash of cream

mysterious crossing

 

Shiki, one of the Big Five haiku poets, wrote this in classical style:

 

when I looked back,
the man who passed
was lost in the mist

© Masaoka Shiki

 

his haunting haiku inspires my attempt as follows:

 

glance out my window

cloud wisps pass before half moon

glimpse coyote shadows

© lynn

See Carpe Diem Haiku Kai  for prompt and more information.

call it what you want

(tenWord poetry form invented by Brian Miller at d’VersePoets)

 

Call it:

fate

karma

luck

chance

happen stance

…or Providence!

leaving crumbs

i.    shiny stainless toaster

SpRiNgs into action —

POP goes the bagel

ii.   cream cheese spr ea d

on blueberry,  butter smMeared

on cinnaMON–raisin

iii.  quick AND easy breakfast

one more,  “thanks mom”

gotta GO !

_______

More “tenWord” poetry!

ten word tolerant

“Tolerance isn’t about not having beliefs. It’s about how your beliefs lead you to treat people who disagree with you. ”  ~ Timothy Keller 

time passages

Linking to Carpe Diem’s time glass challengedancing leaves

leaves let go of fear

fall free, float on air, swirl down

celebrate changes.

_____

letting go self-consciousness,

we can twirl life’s dance with joy!

dirty little secret

like soot

blackens

a fireplace,

street grime

slushes snow,

seeds riddle

soft, ripe fruit,

hulls wedge

under gums,

rabid dog bites

master’s hand,

 

this all too

human heart

pumps pride,

beats self-interest,

harbors hypocrisy;

deceived to not

realize own guilt

of high treason

against perfect

law of love, and

its gracious author.

 

_________

The dirty little secret we don’t like to speak of is “sin” (whispered hiss).

 

 

what time is it?

 

man knows not his,

yet, by tracking time,

we try to master it.

 

shadows on sundials,

changing of calendars,

watching the clocks.

 

time is cosmic order:

spheres circling suns

moons orbiting planets.

 

from cradle to grave,

out of crib into coffin,

time carries us away.

 

memories of childhood,

youth’s fond dreams, our

strength and beauty fade.

 

we cannot stop time

but perhaps we can

slow it by sabbath;

 

pause to pray, praise

give thanks for grace,

we rest, he restores!

 

_______

Inspired by Jan.11, 2015  sermon by Pastor John Lee on Ecclesiastes 3:1-15

sense and (non)sensibility

With my sincere apologies to the venerable Jane Austen,

but it seems that “Colonel” James Bond is planning nuptials!

 

Scan 4

pretend, deny it,

you know everybody talks,

i heard of it in town.

my dear, upon my honour,

i met Colonel Bond and

he told me of it directly.

 

you surprise me,

surely must be

mistaken intelligence;

even if true…not what

i expect Colonel B. to do.

 

but, i assure you,

it so happened.

when he began talking

of one thing and another,

i said: so, Colonel,

i hear word (you) are

going to be married,

is it true?

 

and what did the Colonel say?

 

oh, he did say it certain…

 

i declare!  Mr. B. is well, i hope?

 

oh, quite well and

uncommonly charming;

it is a pity he should be

so in love with your sister.

you may tell your sister she

is a monstrous girl to get him.

 

upon my honour,

nothing can be good

enough for her, i assure you!

 

________

Linking with d’Verse and Bjorn’s Blackout challenge!

 

 

don’t look back

climbing up steep

bare hillside from

the verdant jordan

river valley below,

two young disciples

find a stark white,

solitary statue atop

hill’s rocky terrain;

life-sized figure of

robed, middle-age

woman forever

paused mid-stride,

glancing regretfully

over her shoulder

 

pilgrims, startled by chance find,

circle her with low murmurs

 

“this is simply amazing, who knew?”

“such realistic details, sculpted by a master!”

“must be ancient yet so well-preserved”

 

one hiker touches lone pillar’s arm

and inspects grains rubbed off

 

“hmmm, smells like sulphur and tastes like salt”

 

companion blanches at sudden realization,

a discovery of biblical proportions.

 

in retro-spect

Lost Moments  2012 artwork by Nick Gentry

Lost Moments 2012
artwork by Nick Gentry

it was the hot summer of ’59

the heat dragged on and on;

migrants sweated in the fields,

youth rumbled in parking lots

after cruising’ saturday night.

bobby left me for a prettier girl

but i didn’t care;  i’d have a

smoke, quick slick a rat tail

comb thru my cropped hair

and find me a better boy,

one who really understood

what was inside me, yeah.

 

 

Thanks to Nick Gentry, http://www.nickgentry.com

for sharing his artistic inspiration with d’Verse poets today.

epiphany 2015

David

plays the vigil

on piano as i read

passages

from old testament;

quilted stars

shine

across table runner

below window.

sangria

scented candle

flickers,

light of the world

illuminates

simple wooden

creche;

its characters,

sewn of soft felt,

arranged by

young child’s hands

to encircle and gaze

at a holy babe,

God

wrapped in

helpless humanity.

white lights,

silver and gold spheres

on Christmas tree

sparkle

in bow window.

glittering star

on treetop

points to sunrise

enlightening;

warm pinks

on cool

blues

of earth’s pale

winter

sky.

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