hopeful haiga dream

 

Linking as “haiga” (haiku on photo) for CDHK 

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but easier on eyes separately as haiku and photo…

 

fresh snow insulates

promise of spring on chinook

dream of birdsong

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photo by Alex Markovich

searching…

 

Jesus, the

Questioner,

when followed,

turned around

and asked,

dark eyes

so focused,

“What do

you want?”

Earnestly,

he asks us

too, what

is it you

really,

truly,

want?

Is it

Me?

 

 

Sevenling (rainbow recipe)

Having fun with a new poetic form, sevenling, introduced by De at dVerse!

 

rainbow recipe begins with basic

ingredients of primary colors:

real red, mellow yellow, too blue.

 

measure equal parts;  blend with

fresh rainwater until secondary hues

appear: ore orange, preen green, riot violet.

 

Oh, may i please borrow a smidgeon of simple indigo?

 


This one for cousin Ben, jewelry designer at Simple Indigo 🙂

loco-motion

A poem to read aloud to a child 🙂  Kudos to my son who is a train engineer!  (Linking to dVerse Poetics  prompt “Wheels of Steel” with Bjorn)

 

jumping on

going, gone

 

faster, faster

 

pacing a train

racing in vain

 

faster, faster

 

wheels turning

diesel burning

 

faster, faster

 

graffitied cars

glowing stars

 

faster, faster

 

vision at night

one-eyed light

 

faster, faster

 

hugging its track

never look back

 

faster, faster, clickety-clack!

 

 

 

shimmer of life

 

flashlight searches cattle herd

shines on curly white forehead

 

newborn calf, wet in moonlight

cow’s warm tongue licking clean

 

baby rides shiny cart to barn

gleam of mama’s watchful eyes

 

colostrum drips from suckled teat

sheen of pitchforked straw

 

farmer’s smile shimmers thankful pride

 


Joining dVerse poets for Victoria’s quadrille (44 word) “shimmer” challenge.

matthew henry’s commentary

 

Jesus is healer

his word is “panpharmacon

– salve for every sore”

whatever the affliction

no matter the addiction

 

(Matthew 4:23-25)

 

if angels gave birth

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if angels gave birth

their offspring would

be cherubic with…

 

round rosebud cheeks

innocently wise eyes

beguiling half smiles

petal-soft scented skin

miniature untried wings

slippery hot-pink halo

and a kissable bald pate

 

….almost as perfect

as our granddaughter,

Elon LaShay, loved by God.

 

locked behind gates

 

improbable love

like phantom of opera

barred reality

 

 

Traitors-Gate

Traitor’s Gate, Tower of London (wikipedia/fluous)

rural roads at night

*This is my 500th blog post (and I lived to tell about it!)

 

yellow sign alerts curious cruisers

maintenance is minimal

level-B for mud bog

_____

narrow gravel road, deep ditch

beware city drivers

meet farm machinery head-on

_____

eyes on dangerous curve ahead

single lane bridge

step hard on gas pedal

 


“Lune” is an English form similar to haiku with three lines of  5 – 3 – 5  syllables OR words.  Writing a poem a day for National Poetry Month:   napowrimo.net   

perfect skipping stone

 

bitterness weighs

like smooth stone

in a deep pocket,

turned over and

over and over, worn

by the long fingers

of hurtful memories;

familiar, uncomfortable

too full of mean-ing.

 

choose to limp

with lumpy baggage

or let forgiveness

reach firmly into

heart’s hidden folds,

remove hard burden

and fling it far,

leaving space

for lighter grace.

 

 

 

 

 

lanes open at 4 a.m.

 

thunder bowls on roof

lightning scores strike across lawn

rain cheers at windows

 

find your ball and pay for shoes

no one can sleep in alley!

 

for my brother

 

Yesterday, you and I hiked steep slopes above timberline together.

Yesterday, we scrambled to the mountain’s rocky summit, shouting;

Yesterday, both of us could see for miles into the future’s glorious vista.

Today, we sit on this boulder, gulping for oxygen and squinting at horizon.

Today, trail is precarious scree and semi-obscured by fog of fears, tears

Today, we rub our aching muscles and commiserate with breaking hearts

But tomorrow…tomorrow will dawn brilliant where sorrow will be no more!
 


Linking this poem (revised from an earlier version) with d’Verse Poets today.  I’m hosting “poetics” with a mountain theme and the online pub opens at 3 EST.  Come join us!

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