hear seagulls crying
salty mist caresses dunes
come walk shrouded beach
hold no regrets
27 Jan 2025 24 Comments
in quadrille Tags: camper, cold, home, snow birds, south, warm, wind
snow birds flee midwest
home for warmer climes
south but cool vortex dips
down to hitch a ride atop
their fifth-wheel camper;
wear winter coats to ward
off winds pushing against
leaf-stripped palms around
covered swimming pool…
Hint: no place like home ?!
Mish hosts quadrille prompt at dVerse: can you take a hint?
negative white space
25 Jan 2025 6 Comments
in negation Tags: beauty, love, margin, mind, soul, truth, words
margin is not
a blizzard of words
obfuscating page’s landscape
with directionally-challenged winds
margin is not
some narcissistic lover
manipulating poor gas-lit partner
into unconditional surrender
margin is not
an adrenaline addict
over-crowding calendar squares
with meaningless engagements
margin is not
an anxious mind
fretting over fearful rhetoric
contrary to obvious truth
margin is not
a malnourished soul
scrolling electronic junkfood
with no appetite for beauty
margin is spacious living and gracious loving .
string me a line
23 Jan 2025 7 Comments
the sioux county archery club which has
to be their guest at their upcoming musical
(held on the third Tuesday of each month)
because it is an amazing experience —
being thrown out of a vehicle driving around,
(a little bit of inconvenience) and a strong dose of caution
stemmed from a report of an alcoholic beverage
found near the entrance building and the former
belle goes off to rescue her father; she encounters
unwanted marriage proposals from
about a dozen members and newcomers…
seating will be first come, first served!
These lines strung together from various articles in The Sioux Center News, Jan. 21, 2025 issue.
reflection on aging
21 Jan 2025 11 Comments
in sonnet Tags: aging, beauty, bloom, bouquet, mirror, wisdom
we plead, “mirror, mirror, upon the wall”
like vanity before snow white’s death fall
“what have you done to me? that’s not my face!”
bouquet of flowered beauty –not a trace
youth’s pink blush gone, now yellowing appears
and sleek combed hair sticks up in fern-like spears
sweet bloom arranged in lovely china vase
reflecting back some weedy basket case!
what once were tender buds, no blossoms brag
where perky petals peeked, dry sepals sag
sketchy mirror, you lie! –won’t tolerate
image alone does not determine fate
perhaps the mirror does reveal true age
but real wisdom’s grateful to reach this stage.
Linking to Melissa’s Fandango Flash Fiction challenge…check it out!
uplifted
14 Jan 2025 19 Comments
But you, O Lord, are a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter of my head. – Psalm 3:3 (ESV)
sun’s morning rays
lift eyelids awake
new day…i’m alive
open book of life
your words lift spirit
illuminate my mind
my body, a temple,
lift legs higher; time
to move lively now
thanks before meal
lift voice in prayer
given food for life
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Quadrille (44 words) linked to dVerse Poets where De (whimsygizmo) gives us a “lift” 🙂
silky owl
10 Jan 2025 5 Comments
in free verse Tags: butterfly, eyes, mystery, rainforest, tropical
whooo looks at whooom?
two bugged eyes STARtle
any potential predators,
< pause in puzzlement >
an impressive wing span
( yet So Soft and delicate )
evokes mysterious curiosity
is it bird or butterfly ??
quick flicker of wings…
disappear into shadows
of Palawan RAINforest.
have you heard?
06 Jan 2025 Leave a comment
in american sentence Tags: gossip, people, talk, town
Small town: people around here love to talk about people around here.
mirrored image
05 Jan 2025 2 Comments
in senryu, tanka Tags: art, chiaroscuro, girl, light, pearl, Vermeer
_____________________
art’s epiphany—
all light is borrowed from God
to reflect glory!
in chiaroscuro contrast—
we’re shadowed, yet drawn to light
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Idea of “borrowed light” taken from book I’m reading, Rembrandt is in the Wind, by Russ Ramsey.
(im)mortality
15 Dec 2024 2 Comments
in senryu Tags: death, doorway, grave, immortality
“When the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality, then the saying that is written will come true: Death has been swallowed up in victory.” (I Cor. 15:54)
stand by open grave
hear hallelujah chorus
death’s narrow doorway
hold the gift
14 Dec 2024 2 Comments
in haibun Tags: Christmas, creche, gift, grandkids, lamb, olive wood, stable
My parents’ brought me a treasured gift from their memorable trip to Israel; hand-carved and sold by Palestinian Christians in Bethlehem. This small olive wood creche features the humble family of three under a dazzling star flourish over the stark stable. An angel bears “Gloria” banner with song from above while earthy shepherd watches from behind fir tree. Sentinel sheep guard the vulnerable Lamb of God.
Of course, I want the grandkids to touch and experience the texture of that biblical first Christmas; to be able to hold a bit of awe in their little hands. But I also feel protective, maybe even possessive of the delicate creche; this irreplaceable gift of Christmas. So I purchase a children’s version of stable with plastic figures they can move around, put in mouth, or drop.
Hopefully, we do not cheapen the real story in our efforts to make it accessible.
creches around world
all nations will worship him
Jesus has first place
a poem in my pocket 
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