poetry manifesto…or not

07 Mar 2014 14 Comments

by lynn__ in Uncategorized Tags: , ,

 

memory of menopausal aunt road raging

at unaware defenseless drivers

 

holy guacamole!  eager tongue reaching

to taste zestfully smooth inspiration

 

aghastly entangled gordian knot yielding

only to sharpened double-edged entendre

 

first thoughts bright butterfly winging

free ’til inner editor second-guesses.net

 

crystalline flute trio recital melting

winter slushy to wild refreshing rivulets

 

jealously tuxedoed orcas screaming

bloody murder at deaf penguins

 

hysterical moment when ulysses s. granting

amused moose mousse “pre-approval”

 

…in chocolate denim with shot of espresso, of course.

__________________

 

maybe a little too much “expresso” today…i’m a poet in the larval stage,

misfitting any specific movement, and ambivalent about a manifesto…

i simply write because i’m compelled to by an inner creative urge!

 

growth of a writer

05 Mar 2014 5 Comments

by lynn__ in Uncategorized Tags: , , ,

 

mysterious journey

from mechanics

to meaning

is a gradual

unfolding

like the

budding of

a flower.

 

home-grown

humus of a

family garden

of verses:

stories told,

poems recited,

books read,

rhymes mesmerized

then memorized.

 

a greening love

for the glossy

color of words;

their calligraphic

coded stems;

musical cadence

leafy sounds

and fragrantly

nuanced meanings.

 

cloudy thoughts

rain clearer as

they flow

inky and wet

through pen

to paper;

dew distills

on blog post

petals.

 

discovery of

wordsmith

communities

is a fresh

gathering

of bouquets

or loading

rich fertilizer

into a red

wheelbarrow

to carry home.

 

limer-ache

01 Mar 2014 9 Comments

by lynn__ in Uncategorized Tags: , , ,

 

There once was a chocolatier judge

who ate too many samples of fudge

SO much of a treat

NO longer tastes sweet

from his bench, he simply couldn’t budge!

 

Image

(photo from wikimedia commons, mackinacfudgeshop_turtle)

inscrutable

27 Feb 2014 16 Comments

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(a tearful triolet)

 

dark are the days God hides his face

when sinners cry for rescue

long are the nights we pray for grace

dark are the days God hides his face

we hope to reach a better place

doubt is dark side of faith – it’s true

dark are the days God hides his face

when sinners cry for rescue.

_________

Wrote this describing the “dark night of the soul”  when one wrestles with God. (Later decided to link up with d’versepoets for Mary’s theme of “invisibility”)

fabulist’s fab four

23 Feb 2014 6 Comments

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*linked to d’Versepoets on Bjorn’s invitation to write about fables

 

in new york city

(comics doing time)

humanoid turtle

teenagers fight crime

 

creative license

is running wild when

green vigilantes

entertain a child

 

japanese fables

american made

practice martial arts

toy market stealth raid

 

such is modern art

in renaissance style

masters mutated

art history’s on trial

 

moral of this tail?

 

save the pet turtles

from mutagen ooze

keep out of sewers

beware ninjutsus!

Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael, Michelangelo

Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael, Michelangelo

green acres

16 Feb 2014 8 Comments

by lynn__ in Uncategorized

 

city girl

marries 

farm boy

 

he’s blond

she, brunette,

(haircolor, that is)

 

does chocolate

milk really come 

from brown cows?

 

better get a scoop

bull— is piling up!

 

digging ditch together

is newlywed boot camp;

a “hopelessly in love“

truce to trench warfare

 

loading livestock 

is a loaded activity

testing marriage vows

(and assorted oaths)

 

can’t throw bales?

ok, you can drive but

easy with that clutch…

hay, hey, haaeey!

 

till debt ?

“no-till” death

do us part.

 

wings of a dove

14 Feb 2014 1 Comment

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my thoughts flutter

like birds in the tree

i slowly raise the window

hoping to hear them sing

but they scatter with wings

i watch them fly away…

should  i try to follow?

 

my valentine

14 Feb 2014 Leave a comment

by lynn__ in Uncategorized Tags: , ,

 

He said, “I do”

so he did, does,

and will too!

 

with heart and hands

he works the land,

tends to livestock,

builds a farm,

loves his wife and

babes in arms.

 

thank you, honey,

for the sweetness

you’ve stirred into

my life’s cup!

 

sentimental sonnet

14 Feb 2014 10 Comments

by lynn__ in Uncategorized Tags: , ,

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dear valentine, please take me for a drive

and even though i sit on the far side

just reach for me and pull me close tonight,

forgive the angry words or times we’ve lied.

yes, you work hard to earn a farmer’s wage

and for our farm and family i have saved —

our sons, five strong; each one best work we made.

my heart still leaps to see your smiling face!

but if old age or health demand a nurse

remember promises we vowed in church

together stay for better or for worse,

so we will always share a common purse.

on thirty years of love we now look back

and know we have the Lord to thank for that.

___________

 

…and a “thank you” to tony maude at d’verse poets pub for the “bouts-rimes” (rhymed ends) provided

going postal in deep freeze

13 Feb 2014 Leave a comment

by lynn__ in Uncategorized Tags: , , , ,

 

clinging to mail with both hands

in the face of a whipping wind,

 

i trek down long gravel driveway

making heavy footprints in snow.

 

my body is wrapped in layers

with only squinting eyes exposed.

 

mitten tugs on stiff metal door;

it opens with protesting creak

to accept offering of bills paid.

 

i brush out powder blown in,

make a careful deposit, slam

door and set red flag upright.

 

mailbox swings from its chains;

wind stronger, colder at roadside.

 

snow-dusted cows watch

curiously as i trundle back to

farmhouse, leaving fresh tracks.

 

later today, i will dress again

to repeat the ritual, hoping for

a handwritten envelope hidden

between all the advertisements!

 

winter window sketch

09 Feb 2014 10 Comments

by lynn__ in Uncategorized Tags: , ,

 

sun betrays stark cold contrast:

frozen ground cover of whitest fluff

punctuated by sharp twigs of

clipped rose bushes gone dormant.

 

tall dark spruce trees cast

long blue shadows, extending

blackish green branches to catch

powdery crystals on their fingertips.

 

sturdy garden windmill turns its

spinning head into the chill breeze;

red tail fin…lone colorful feature

of bleak and weathered landscape.

 

oh, but notice the rabbit trails!

 

we can follow them over the snow–

little bunny tracks criss-cross the dog’s

wider paw prints through diamonds’ dust,

sparkling with inspiration and adventure.

 

(inspired by claudia’s prompt at d’Verse but confess that my “inner editor” came out with an eraser !)

prayer on a plot of land

05 Feb 2014 2 Comments

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*Praise for our Farmer-to-Farmer partners in Nicaragua who signed legal titles making them new land owners of their family plots.

 

Padre nuestro que estás en los cielos

He is the Father of all; both Nicaraguans and Americans.

 

Santificado sea tu Nombre

We worship him in our own cultures and languages.

 

Venga tu reino

His kingdom brings physical and spiritual renewal.

 

Hágase tu voluntad

He works his will in the lives of faith-full farmers.

 

En la tierra como en el cielo

The land, weather and eternity belong to him.

 

Danos hoy el pan de este día

We want to be able to feed our families each day.

 

y perdona nuestras deudas

By his pierced hands all our debts are paid.

 

como nosotros perdonamos nuestros deudores

We purpose to live at peace with God and each other.

 

y no nos dejes caer en al tentación

There are no short cuts to integrity.

 

sino que líbranos del malo.

He alone can free us from our own selfishness.

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(photo by Rolando Mejia, Farmer-to-Farmer Facebook site)

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