05 May 2016
by lynn__
in prayer
Tags: children, hungry, lonely, nation, prayer
Prayer is raising our emptiness to be filled by His presence.
“O Divine Master, grant
that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console,
to be understood as to understand,
to be loved as to love. “ – St.Francis
Lord, i’m just one person
of little position or power,
disillusioned with politics,
wondering how to pray
for this nation and world;
where truth is trampled
justice twisted unjustly;
the violated commit violence,
the bullied become bullies
and sadness spills like rain.
as you offered Yourself
may i give myself fully
to love on your children,
feed the hungry souls,
visit the sick, sad, lonely,
beginning in my own home.
04 May 2016
by lynn__
in limerick
Tags: cavalry, horse thief, ranch, saguaro, west
Out west lived horse thief, Billy Rio
who holed-up at Ranch Armadillo
till the cavalry came
shot a slug with his name
now Bill’s buried below lone saguaro
Old Tucson Studios, AZ photo by lynn
03 May 2016
by lynn__
in tan renga
Tags: lavender, lovers, moonlight, wisteria
A tan renga is written by two poets; first writes a haiku, second answers with 2 more lines…
in the moonlight
Wisteria flowers look fragile –
a gust of wind
(c) Chèvrefeuille
lovers on bench hold kisses
lavender snow covers path
(c) lynn__
source: Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
02 May 2016
by lynn__
in quadrille
Tags: dance, music, skip, twist
courtly quadrille folk dance
waltzing matilda, she cancan
charlie does the charleston
c’mon baby, let’s twist
square skip your pardner
locomotion make love potion
disco dancin’, groovy prancin’
strut like king tutankhamen
play macarena on ocarina
from bebop to hip-hop,
music gonna move us!
A quadrille is a folk dance or a poem of exactly 44 words, not including title. At dVerse Poets Pub today, we’re writing quadrilles with the word “skip”.
30 Apr 2016
by lynn__
in shadorma
Tags: mud, puddles, raincoat, spring, umbrella
mud puddles
announce spring is here
splash outdoors
jump to rhymes
“rain in spain falls on the plain”
yellow raincoat joy
The “shadorma” is a poetic form consisting of a six-line stanza (or sestet). The form is alleged to have originated in Spain. Each stanza has a syllable count of 3/5/3/3/7/5 for a total of 26 syllables. A poem may consist of one stanza, or a series. Link to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.
29 Apr 2016
by lynn__
in haiga
Tags: apple, blossoms, hope, rain, spring, tears
Doesn’t this beautiful photo of apple blossoms on orange background lift one’s spirit? One more day of NaPoWriMo challenge to write 30 poems in 30 days! A lot of mine were haiku/haiga 🙂
27 Apr 2016
by lynn__
in haibun, scripture
Tags: death, flower, gardener, life, seed
As for man, his days are like grass; he flourishes like a flower of the field; for the wind passes over it, and it is gone, and its place knows it no more. Ps. 103:15, 16
Death does not discriminate but believes in equal opportunity for all. Flowers and weeds, sinners and saints…each granted a brief cycle of seasons on the earth. Life begins as a seed, planted in sanctuary of womb. Cells divide, cotyledon splits; embryo develops limbs, groping in darkness. Birth breaks through to sunlight! Youthful stem grows, green with life’s energy, curling out curious leaves. Powered by nutrients through roots and pollinated by buzzing ideals, adolescence buds into flowering adulthood. A productive life spreads, shades, bears nourishing fruit until the final harvest. Life’s wisdom fades to delicate lace, leaving precious seed for the generation to follow. How one lives determines how one dies. May it be at peace, in the presence of the good and gracious Gardener.
life’s full breath expires
vein beauty in brevity
flower cut from field
Link to dVerse Poets haibun prompt featuring photography of Susan Judd
26 Apr 2016
by lynn__
in quadrille
Tags: bubbles, girl, pool, swim, trouble
Trying to meet the challenge of writing a poem/haiku every day for National Poetry Month, I found this draft poem I wrote (never posted) to an earlier dVerse prompt; a true story in quadrille form of 44 words.
rising bubbles,
hint of troubles
hot sun, stay cool
float in deep pool
girl cannot swim
slips thru ring’s rim
bubbles, bubbles
danger doubles
sinking under
filled with wonder
relaxed, no panic
water clear blue
go down for two
beautiful bubbles
belie her troubles
Thanks, Dad, for “fishing” me out in time…and paying for swimming lessons soon after!
22 Apr 2016
by lynn__
in decima
Tags: Bonnie, car, Clyde, gun, robbery
my momma, she try to warn me
“he’s trouble…jus’ like yer old man
find sumpthin’ better… if ya can.”
course, i didn’t listen to her plea;
Clyde winked as i sat on his knee
he taught me how to aim a gun,
showed me armed robbery be fun!
terrorized those folks in Texas
FBI came lookin’ for us
cops ambushed car, our daze was done.
This poetic form is a “decima” with 10 lines of 8 syllables each and abbaaccddc rhyme scheme. Read more at d’Verse Poets where Gayle is hosting!
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