when words fail

 

Words can speak life

into a person’s soul

but sometimes words

are only silent syllables,

empty vowels mouthed

between lame consonants

not knowing where to spit.

 

In raw personal disaster,

how can anyone find words

that won’t do more damage

to an already fragile psyche?

Shame, blame, trite phrases

prove how small irretrievable

words only multiply misery.

 

Words elude both tongue

and pen when faced with a

child’s death by miscarriage,

accident, suicide;  Language

languishes in presence of

slow painful suffering  by

cancer, AIDS, dementia.

 

Who has an answer when words fail?

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planting promises

Shanyns at http://dversepoets.com encouraged us to plant seeds!

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“Those who sow in tears will reap

with songs of joy.

He who goes out weeping,

carrying seeds to sow,

will return with songs of joy,

carrying sheaves with him.”

(Psalm 126:5 & 6)

 

I.

listening sows seeds of empathy

kindness sows seeds of unity

understanding sows seeds of peace

waiting sows seeds of patience

curiosity sows seeds of knowledge

prayer sows seeds of faith

sacrifice sows seeds of love

 

II.

farmer hauls last harvest’s hard work of golden kernels

past this year’s green fields of new crops standing on row;

 

educator wraps up difficult school year with fresh ideas

for creative learning adventures with students next term;

 

graduate reminisces glory of past achievement even

while looking ahead in pursuit of future opportunities;

 

young mother forgets pain of groaning labor when

snuggling softly whimpering newborn to her heart;

 

married couple celebrates milestone anniversary

thankful for gritty grace to commit for lifetime;

 

writer smiles at words wrestled into submission after

thoughts are extracted, expressed with fluent flourish.

 

 

 

vitiligo orribile

deep in dark woods stood

bow hunter’s cabin where he’d

left his  daughter that night

reclined near stone hearth

in dying warmth of fire’s embers

lone persona lost to her reading

a yellowed manuscript, an

epochal allegory held in hand,

empty pewter plate on table

she never noticed pair of

luminous eyes in window or

pernicious shadow pushing

open the cabin door…

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Anthony’s challenge to create poem from random gnarly words…used 10 of 12 words

 

stained glass

 

church is his Body

diversely stained cut pieces

peace through unity

 

grace gifts from Spirit

blooming flowers of the field

beauty incarnate

 

love sets hearts aflame

bathes whole world in true light

Alpha…Omega

 

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Photo inspiration from Chèvre at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

Memorial Day U.S.A.

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Humid morning mist baptizes rural

community’s hushed burial grounds;

Church youth arise early to prepare holiday

breakfast in nearby park shelter;

 Hungry celebrants line up, awaiting

warm pancakes with smoky sausage;

 Friendly conversations intertwine; words

floating above steamy coffee cups;

 Veterans, Boy Scouts and bicycles are

decorated to parade down Main Street;

 Large multi-generational crowd gathers under

flags flying at peaceful cemetery green;

 Rousing song, patriotic speech, humble prayer

offered gratefully for one nation under God;

 Tearful memories stir when flags lower to solemn

sound of drum roll, taps, and twenty-one guns;

 Americans honor the selfless sacrifices

of military families and our fallen heroes;

 We remember that peace comes with a price,

paid in blood and bravery for our freedoms.

Salute!

midnight madness

Response to Mary’s d’Verse poetics (choose a quote, write a poem)   photo: Brainy Quotes

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lacking sleep my mind felt bleary

blinking smoke my eyes grew teary

my date’s drinking made me leery

“Ed,” I said in tone too cheery,

“give your keys to Raven, dearie.”

 

He shook his head and said, “Lenore,

pleeezsh let me open your car door.

That bird’s slow driving is a bore.”

He stepped the pedal to the floor;

we crashed…I’m gone, forevermore.

 

 

tilus series: engraved

 

cemetery gravestones

hundred years

 

old.

 

stories unsettling

pioneers

 

told.

 

 

prairie grass rustling

wind whistling

 

cold.

 

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written after visit to local 1880’s Lincoln Township cemetery

 

a piece of land

I.

Look across heartland’s dry

acres of

 

dirt.

 

 

II.

Precious prairie humus

treasured black

 

loam.

 

 

III.

Heavy downpour cuts land,

stealing rich

 

soil.

 

 

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Link to d’Verse with Kelvin’s original “Tilus” form of 3 lines: 6, 3, 1 syllable each.

“Tilus” (tee-loo-hz) means  “piece of land” (Finnish) so that’s where I went, naturally.

color my world

Yellow is…

daffodils blooming early
bright umbrella on the beach
pair of goldfinches nesting

busy honeybees buzzing
wind chimes tinkling on porch
classy, brassy trumpet tunes

tartness of lemon merengue pie
buttery sweet corn-on-the-cob
birthday cupcakes with candles

warm sunshine on cheeks
hugs from grand children
rainboots splashing in puddles

Yellow can put a smile on your face!

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photo by lynn,  color poem prompt by jenniferdukeslee.com

 

what’s in a name?

-linked with Marina’s pesky questions prompt at d’Verse

 

if asked introspective questions

who are you? whom do you love?

i naturally respond with my name:

 

“lynn” (English) means “refreshing stream, waterfall”

 

i am like water in its various forms: vapor, liquid, solid–

 cumulus cloud reflecting heaven’s

brightness or darkly brooding until

rain falls in myriad of droplets collecting

into rivulets of cascading laughter to flow

into clear mountain lake, mirror calm, until

stirred to frothy whitecaps by life’s winds;

as solid iceberg exposes only tip,  in time

glacial ice will melt to join eternal sea

 

who i was, am, will be… changing and yet in essence, still me

 

let me live up to my name, to be poured out and refresh others

offering a drink of life-giving water from my well

 

yet i am also thirsty, needing refreshment myself…

 

perhaps best answer is NOT who i love but Who loves me?

i will joyfully sing, “all my fountains are in you!”

 

 

driftwood

–dedicated to my brother, Dale, who is a safe harbor

 

“i am an island!” he declared,

staking his flag in the sand;

she shook her head laughing,

“how so?” but she already

understood his answers.

 

other shores beckoned her

yet he seemed content to

stay, digging in soft sands;

she paddled to a far harbor

uncertain when she’d return.

 

aren’t we all little islands?

“i mean, you’re there and i’m

here with an ocean of words

between us”…not to mention

thoughts, plans and dreams.

 

always creating ripples in

concentric circles, our ever-

widening waves roll outward

to crash in foamy surf upon

others’ glistening shores.

 

“why not leave your island?”

she urged but he insisted that

he liked his own beach view;

so we keep paddling rowboats

to reach each other’s worlds.

 

in space between, we send sea gulls and

glass bottles carrying messages of love.

 

 

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Thanks to Claudia at d’Verse for challenging us to use conversation…

tree is me

Linked to:  http://dversepoets.com/2014/05/06/tree-poetry/

firm,

rooted

in granite of

towering rockies,

standing tall as all

blue spruce kin

round mountain glen of

colorado columbine,

i stretch my limbs

to shake off loose needles

in cool alpine breeze.

i whisper my secrets

in blue shade as

eagle soars above

my shaggy crown into thin

blue canopy of sky

where ancient stars blaze,

 and gazed down on my

ancestors who succumbed

to wild forest fires lit

by blue lightning;

those charred remains

fertilize my offspring

as evergreen generations of

conifers rise up, and up.

i show protective

mother love for shy

dark-eyed chipmunks

that dart under my skirts

and offer patient tolerance

to raucous mountain blue jays

who build messy nests in my arms,

glad

to be

alive.

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