impressionism

smoky swoosh of cloud

on aqua ~ apricot sky

paint heartland sunset

in the kitchen

what smells so delicious?
it must be the stew
on the stove or
perhaps, it is you,
my love!
aromatic kitchen bliss
i’m hungry…for kiss
i know…don’t go!
be ready in a few
what you want to hear,
nibbling on my ear?


Mish invites us to write a “nibble” quadrille at dVerse Poets 🙂

any reason (praise!)

unexpected text
for last minute plans
an early birthday surprise
with (old!) college roommates

meet at local bakery
we choose a cozy table
for friendliest conversation
(loud!) laughter and warm drinks

try yesterday’s special
raspberry chai latte, please
she adds dutch windmill cookie
and i (inheritance!) treat with cash

plans to meet again might involve (high!) tea


Perhaps the shape resembles a cake or 3 scones piled on plate? Inspired by “Poet Laura” (a.k.a. Karen Paul Holmes at TweetSpeak Poetry.

january sky

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roaring down the beach
at the height of winter waves
mist clouds
                                by Jane Reichhold

roll damp chill over sand dunes
ghosted with dusting of snow

                                 by lynn__


Tan renga response to another poet’s haiku. Linking to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.

storm recedes

virus from China
hurricane unleashed on world
hunker down inside
when we dare remove our masks
feel the sun on our faces


My father died last year of covid-induced dementia. He lived a full 87 years. By God’s grace, we’ll see each other again! Link to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.

beachcombers

do you see that little seashell?
left from wave swell
so delicate—
i would like it.

it’s that freckled one over there
exposed to air
lying on sand
reach out your hand.

now, did you see that seashell move?
get it, my love
make a quick grab
—a hermit crab!


Grace invites us to write “minute poems” at dVerse Poets pub. A Minute Poem has 60 syllables, 3 quatrains of 8-4-4-4 syllable lines, and aabb-ccdd-eeff rhyme scheme.

epitaph

“After last night’s storm the tulip petals are strewn across the patio where they mortally fluttered.”– from Church, a poem by Jim Harrison

She lost her best friend…
husband and loyal confidant,
devoted father, avid fisherman;
a man for his time and beyond
who served country, church
and community well. He bloomed.

Did he enjoy flowers? He receives
them now with thin-petaled eyes
closed, smile line of lips stilled,
silent as the cancer that spread.

Like delicate flowers, we too are
seeded, planted, nurtured, watered,
weeded, sometimes uprooted, and
lovingly tended to our fragile end…
when God plucks and gathers us
into his eternally beautiful bouquet.

The grass withers and the flowers fall…”


Thanks to Linda Lee Lyberg for dVerse poets prompt to write inspired by line from Jim Harrison’s poetry. Written in memory of Norm De Boom…for Sherry.

iowa elements

when winter gales blow
and temps drop below
as wind chills near zero,
even chicken lips quiver.

when windows wear frost
and ditches seem lost
under snowdrifts tossed,
how cow udders shiver.

if not properly dressed
by forecast impressed,
a farmHER could freeze liver!


A shivering quadrille (44 words) offered for dVerse poets, prompt hosted by Merril.

state of the world (2)

do not be afraid

we cannot see whole picture

love shall overcome

we must look beyond ourselves

Jesus Christ offers us HOPE!

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state of the world

too easy angered,

people succumb to hatred

news gives me the chills

dissidents forced to conform

who can save us from ourselves?

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A tanka linked to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai hosted by Chevrefeuille.

love’s sacrifice

 

LOVE is a strange beautiful mix of suffering and satisfaction.

take up your cross and follow

peace on earth

One of our joys with grandchildren nearby is to attend their school and Sunday School Christmas programs. It seems especially appropriate for children to share the good news of a special child’s birth. We smile at the fidgeting boys and shy girls as they line up on stage to take turns at a microphone. We’re gratified when they memorize their lines and speak (or read) them loud and clear.

But even if they stumble over the words or costumes, the effect is delightful. Our hearts warm to little cherubs softly singing “Away in a Manger” with motions and thrill to children’s choir belting out “NOEL, NOEL” to raise the roof.  A tingling rendition of “O Holy Night” played with color-coded hand bells is simply beautiful to our ears and surely must be to God’s as well. Thanks be to Him for his indescribable gift!

carols sung, bells rung

girl Mary holds baby doll

child’s heart of worship

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Lisa hosts first haibun Monday of the new year at dVerse poetics…come join us!

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