Response to tan renga feature at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai here…
ancient walls
covered in parables
speak to those who see
© Janice ‘Petra Domina’ Adcock
ancient words of the Teacher
written on disciples’ hearts
(c) lynn__
photo at Masada by lynn
word set in stone
24 May 2016 7 Comments
in tan renga Tags: ancient, parables, Teacher, walls, words
live smoothly
22 May 2016 2 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: honey, lazy, peach, rose, summer
I want to title this, “pink lemonade” but used word tiles given…
A poem created with magnetic poem kit 🙂
self-destruction
21 May 2016 1 Comment
in diamond shape, etheree Tags: forgive, pain, suicide, tragedy
!
no
blaming
suicide
gun explosion
young father missing
community feels shock
evil darkens human thought
– tragedy’s harsh realities –
one cannot undo desperate choice
maybe she will leave so he leaves her first
—
do not assume the mistakes of others
such could happen to any of us
relationships turn on an edge
hold fragile hearts tenderly
commit to love thru pain
forgive each again
God help us all
redemption
healing
yes
?
This poetry form, an “etheree”, consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. Etheree verse can also be reversed and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Sadly, suicide is irreversible.
make hay, as they say
20 May 2016 5 Comments
in classical haiku Tags: baling, cows, farmer, hay, summer
Today, Boncho’s haiku (below) inspired mine. The smell of cut alfalfa is a wonderful aroma! Another season of haying will soon begin with our first cutting here in Iowa. It’s pleasant to drive tractor for baling hay, if not too windy and dusty.
farmer works up sweat
bales hay on summer evening
to feed hungry cows
-lynn
how cool cut hay smells
when carried through the farm gate
as the sun comes up!
-Boncho
photo by lynn
Nozawa Boncho was a Japanese poet born c.1640. He spent most of his life working as a doctor in Kyoto. Boncho was one of Matsuo Bashō’s followers and wrote many famous haiku in his day. This is my response to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: Utabukuro.
contentment is green
18 May 2016 7 Comments
in quadrille, rhyming verse Tags: green, paradise, pastoral, sheep, spring
Earth’s new spring green
sings a theme serene
for ears and eyes keen
to creation’s pastoral scene.
On hills’ grassy sheen
fresh rain-washed clean
sheep shearer has seen
fluff-puff wool to glean.
A poets’ paradise pristine,
if you know what i mean.
For dVerse Poets “green” quadrille challenge and with my apologies to Luci Shaw 🙂
sentence of the americas
15 May 2016 1 Comment
in american sentence Tags: face, Mayan, San Antonio, stone
Stone-faced Mayan warrior greets
descendants in San Antonio.
photo & american sentence by lynn
Linking to Word Press Photo Challenge: “Face”
summertime dreams
13 May 2016 12 Comments
in tan renga Tags: blackberries, child, nap, summer
Tan renga challenge and photo taken from Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
taste of nature –
sweet blackberry bushes
sing to child and bees
© Sara McNulty
pails full, fingers stained purple
take nap in dappled shade
(c) lynn
old barn door
11 May 2016 16 Comments
in enjambment, free verse Tags: barn, door, farmyard, iowa
Lillian is opening the doors of the poets’ pub at dVerse…join us!
hip-roofed, wood frame barn
built in nineteen thirty-six
(the year scrawled on wall)
proudly presides over all on
Iowa farmyard/homestead
split-door is half invitation
to go ahead, peek inside;
smell leftover manure,
hay, veterinary medicinals
for former/current residents
lift latch-hook, swing open
duck, step over threshold;
lean against rough y-post,
finger a knotted bale twine
and feel cobwebs brush face
listen for echoes, stories of
past and present agriculture:
work horse munching oats
piglets nuzzle as sow grunts
new kittens mew, mama purrs
beady-eyed boss hen clucks
proudly in her nest-box row,
rusty elevator squeaks as
crew moves/stacks straw,
voices of boys play in loft
close door quick, keep calf in!
a walking haibun
09 May 2016 24 Comments
in haibun Tags: beach, forest, mountain, prairie, walk
“Home is everything you can walk to.” ― Jerry Spinelli, Stargirl
To hike a mountain wearing backpack is divine; climb to cool heights with marmots, and drink in far vistas. To stroll barefoot along the sandy beach is mesmerizing; play catch-me-if-you-can with foamy waves, and chase seagulls. To meander with walking stick on fern trail through piny forest is refreshing; listen for bears, and follow a stony stream. To exercise with dog on rural mile is simple enjoyment; be led over gently rolling hill, push into prairie wind, and gaze at the wide expanse of sky.
walk down gravel road
see the farmer working field
pure ambulation
Come take a walk with the poets at dVerse !
taking leave(s)
09 May 2016 6 Comments
in tan renga Tags: grief, leaves, memories, seasons
My “tan renga” response to “hokku” at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai…
the willow leaves fallen,
the spring gone dry,
rocks here and there
© Yosa Buson (1716-1784)
past memories in scrapbooks
photographic mind fading
(c) lynn__
a dream in a dream
sand slipping through old fingers
autumn leaves turn red
© Georgia
final glory of seasons
grief and love in letting go
(c) lynn__
photo by lynn
tan renga florals
06 May 2016 Leave a comment
in tan renga Tags: chinese lanterns, morning glory, waterfall, well
A tan renga is written by 2 poets: the first writes a haiku, the second writes a 2-line response. Join the fun at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai in the merry month of May! (photo credits: CDHK)
morning glory!
the well bucket-entangled, 
I ask for water
© Chiyo-Ni (1703-1775)
rope loosens bucket
I go home thirsty!
(c) lynn__
petal lanterns —
a waterfall of flowers
her lips touch mine
© Hamish Managua Gunn
softest rain showers
love’s fragrance divine
(c) lynn__
a poem in my pocket 
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