apology

 

i’m sorry,

for you

but have

no regrets;

it’s true—

instead of

collecting

the eggs,

i was out

gathering

poems and

now there

are no

pancakes

for your

breakfast.

 

as the farmer…life

 

as intense eyes

scan darkening skies,

playful wind flaps shirt sleeves.

 

as strong shoulders

stack square hay bales,

rising dust covers tanned skin.

 

as nimble feet

climb grain bin ladder,

straw chaff infiltrates flaxen hair.

 

as skillful hands

manipulate diverse tools,

old grease wedges under fingernails.

 

as experienced ears

attune engines musical noise,

stale soybeans nest in jean pockets.

 

as determined teeth

test corn kernel moisture,

rich manure clings to chore boots.

 

as gentle arms

carry bawling calf or kitten,

pelting rain drips off seed cap bill.

_______

This is a “list poem”, 

inspired by and dedicated to my farmer.

Linked to d’Verse Poets

 

no news is good news?

“All things are wearisome, more than one can say.  The eye never has enough of seeing, nor the ear its fill of hearing.  What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again, there is nothing new under the sun.”  (Ecclesiastes 1:8) 

from

national newscasters

political pundits

television talking heads

to

local celebrities

small town coffee shops

gossip grapevines;

it’s

shocking indecency

another person’s tragedy

driveling trivia comedy

that

we know sells,  as “news”–

whatever our itching ears want to hear.

 

_______

Link to d’Verse Poets: Good News, Bad News, Your News

 

moonlight serenade

 Tan Renga linked to Carpe Diem

river stones

caressed by flowing water

pale moon shines   

                               -becca givens

 

owl wings past fir tree shadows

stream gurgles soft lullaby.

                              -lynn__

 

you are here

 

on Orion’s arm

of Milky Way galaxy

freckle of light ~Sun!

 

____________

Link to: Carpe Diem “Milky Way”

arach-NO-phobia

cautiously pick beans

garden spider on alert

dare disturb its web?

Argiope  image from www.fcps.edu

Argiope image from http://www.fcps.edu

 

Linking to:  Carpe Diem “Little Creature” Feature: Spider

virtual reality

turn volume down – pop!

fake flowers from grid landscape

fireworks screen saver

let there be music!

 

listen!

planets spinning,

moons’ revolving,

hear the stars sing!

atoms whirling,

cells alive swirling,

let seasons ring!

redwood voices tall,

wild flowing waterfall,

join nature’s newsong!

livestock ruminate,

humans communicate,

each hums their own

unique lifesong!

all corners of cosmos,

given the chance,

will loudly praise him

as lord of the dance.

 

listen to the music!

 

__________

Linking to:  d’Verse Poets: Influence of Music

pining for fresh aire

Photo and prompt:  Carpe Diem “Time Glass” #6 “Pine Tree”


Nature_050

( a tanka)

sunshine takes a hike

to mountaintop meadow of

fragrant wildflowers;

highlights lofty evergreens,

ancient monarchs reign from cliff.

poetic cubism (to the 3rd power)

 

cell cell cellulose

sell sell cellulite

 

“le don de salon” (grand gift of living room)

 

wrangle of tangled angles

obliquely leaking geekiness?

 

“goodness gracious, such spacious diatomaceous!”

 

highbrow  eyebrow  i spy  eyesore?

“geometric excuse for obtuse abuse.”

 

pic pik pick picasso!

 

__________

Inspired by d’Verse Poets (but i was too late to link up to their “cubism” prompt)!

tan renga

Linking to:  Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge

sunset photo by Oliana

sunset photo by Oliana

 

power-driven fowl

in rays of a setting sun

flies home

                                                                 – © Oliana

 

return flight to nesting ground

jet-bird song follows contrail.

                                                                  – lynn

eclipsed

image from en.wikipedia.org

 

the blood moon

is a woman;

she bleeds her

monthly tide

as proof of

her fertility;

 

she labors

through phases

add nausea-um

waxes gibbous

and convulses

with hot birth.

 

her heart aches

behind the

dark side of

loneliness;

a face that

no one sees.

 

her secret

sorrow is the

knowledge that

she’s only the

reflecting mirror

of manly sun’s glory.

 

___________

Observed lunar eclipse October 8, 2014

 

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