10 Oct 2016
by lynn__
in quadrille
Tags: clouds, empathy, grey, mood, tears
Linking “cloud” quadrille (44 word poem) with dVerse Poets…(photo by lynn)

monday mood
in layers of grey
lowering, glowering
clouds are shrouds
for secret fears
and private tears
as each soul
only knows of
its own sorrows;
cannot fathom another’s
though true sisters/brothers
might try to sigh
with kindred spirit’s cry
in overcast
empathy.
“Each heart knows its own bitterness… ” -Proverbs 14:10
04 Oct 2016
by lynn__
in tanka
Tags: acrobat, balance, iridescence, nectar, sunbird
It’s Carpe Diem‘s 4th anniversary month with special guest, Kala Ramesh. Also sharing with dVerse Poetics (see Lillian’s prompt) because this sunbird “razzle dazzles” me!
feathered malachite
iridescence shimmers in
delicate balance
sunbird stretches to blossom
sip of nectar’s sweet reward
29 Sep 2016
by lynn__
in classical haiku
Tags: hollow, squirrels, trees, wind
CDHK prompt from Jane Reichhold’s “Dictionary of Haiku”: leafless trees

photo by lynn
ghostly silhouettes
naked exposure to wind
squirrels find hollow
29 Sep 2016
by lynn__
in haiku
Tags: beach, froth, stones, waves
Carpe Diem’s prompt from Jane Reichhold’s “Dictionary of Haiku”: beach
mesmerizing swell
turquoise waves break in white froth
caressing smooth stones

photo by lynn
28 Sep 2016
by lynn__
in free verse
Tags: american, arrangement, fast food, french fries, obsessive compulsive
See Grace’s prompt at dVerse Poets on “arrangements” with artist Emily Blincoe.
indulge patriotism, for an
obsessive~compulsive eater
the meticulous arrangement
is everything. count (again)
each frenched frye laid out
one~by~one ordered from
longest to shortest in rows
of greasy perfection thus
book~ended between a
bloody pile of catch~up
and souvenir wrapper.
lick salty fingers (again)
wipe salivating mouth
(and repeat again) in a
slow death by fast food
oh, whata~way~to~go!
27 Sep 2016
by lynn__
in quadrille
Tags: beloved, death, father, shadow
Dedicated to the family of Henry Wynia, who passed away 8-27-16.
Beloved,
bereaved by
an accidental fall
into valley of death’s shadow
dark night of grief
He bottles our tears
father’s life in our Father’s hands
He battles our fears
soul rests in relief
under his strong wings’ shelter
a providential call
comforted by
Beloved.
A quadrille/mirror poem linked to dVerse Poets.
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