pilgrim passing through
eternity at road’s fork
choose destination
broad way leads down easy path
disciple climbs narrow stair
stroke of master artist
15 Feb 2016 14 Comments
in haiku Tags: beauty, birthday, jacuzzi, love, mountains, palm tree, sunset
photo by lynn
beauty of sunset
on san diego mountains
purple shades of love
palm tree silhouettes
jacuzzi bubbles…up gaze
bright smile slice of moon
sweet birthday passes
gracious love touches my life
our time in God’s hands
Thank you to my blogger friend, Ngobesing Romanus, for his best wishes:
http://yoursuccessinspirer.com/2016/02/15/happy-birthday-fellow-blogger/
Check out his blog… Success Inspirer 🙂
old neighborhood
10 Feb 2016 20 Comments
in quadrille Tags: fences, lull, neighbors, patio, screens
A quadrille (44 words) on the word “lull”, linking to dVerse Poetics.
no one sits
on their front
porch anymore or
talks to neighbors
across backyard
patio fences.
no children play
on neat lawns
or ride bikes
together down
uneven sidewalks.
plugged-in society,
as dull hum of
blue screens
lull us all to
fitful sleep.
time is a friend
09 Feb 2016 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: farmer, fruit, harvest, seed, time
time ripens good seed
farmer waits ever patient
harvest fruit will come
in need of rescue
06 Feb 2016 23 Comments
in haibun, Uncategorized Tags: rescue, runaway, sex slavery, tears
photo by Gabriella at dVerse; used with permission
Daddy was mean so I run away but had nowhere to go. Met a guy I thought I could trust. Sure, he treated me real special at first. I fell hard…thought he loved me too. Called me “sweet thing” and “babe” and said two of us was all that mattered in the world. Until he started passing me around to his friends for free and then to strangers for money. Decent money too but he keeps most of it. Now he’s taking me to the big city. I don’t wanna go but he squeezes my arm so tight at every bus stop…to keep me from running again. Doesn’t anybody see my tears?
i’ve nowhere to go
sky cries tears down bus windows
can’t wash my shame’s pain
Thinking of young victims of sex slavery and linking with haibun challenge at dVerse Poets
undetected undou
05 Feb 2016 5 Comments
in haiku Tags: roadrunner, sand
Japanese “undou” means movement; learn more at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
chaparral’s shadow
legendary roadrunner
scratches on sandscape
desert wandering
04 Feb 2016 3 Comments
in haiku Tags: desert, sand, silence, stars
unnerving silence
bleached bones exposed upon sand
lone vulture circles
inviting silence
milky way stars spilled on sky
holiness hovers
My scribbles in the sand on “inviting silence” theme at CDHK today.
sweets for the sweet
01 Feb 2016 4 Comments
in tanka Tags: chocolate, ice cream, sweet
black cherry ice cream
delectable chocolate chunks
coldness makes teeth hurt
keeping this just for yourself?
my husband asks and i smile
Sweet things happening at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai...
tsunami warning
01 Feb 2016 Leave a comment
in haiku Tags: blossoms, fruit, lovers, plums
Plum blossoms, ume-no-hana, are frequent haiku theme and signal the end of winter (source: Carpe Diem Haiku Kai).
lovers find wild plums
sweet blossoms fade to tart fruit
overlook sharp thorns
imagism on old relic
29 Jan 2016 8 Comments
in imagism Tags: garden, snowdrift, windmill
small windmill teeters
on edge of tired garden,
steel frame shows rust
thru dull aluminum paint,
concrete pad tips slightly,
buried under snowdrift.
faded red tail fin hangs limp
unresponsive to bitter wind
as head, spun clean away,
lies on frozen ground, useless,
one broken blade
now missing.
Linking to dVerse Poets where Victoria explains “imagist” poetry: Imagists sought to represent “things” in clear, precise language—in the words of Ezra Pound, “luminous details.”
kazahana (snowflakes)
26 Jan 2016 4 Comments
in tanka Tags: grandchildren, joy, love, snowflakes, winter
photo credit: www.livescience.com
winter’s secret joy
expecting new grandchildren
love’s art develops
every snowflake is unique
each design original
Linking with other haiku poets at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai today.
january 22nd
25 Jan 2016 7 Comments
we
light
a candle
another year
asking for mercy
a prayer walk for life
silent memorial for unborn
53 million taken before their time
ripped or salted from mothers’ wombs
medical professionals under hippocratic oath
who profit from selling spare body parts
hearts grow cold as a january night
boots tramp uncleared sidewalk
while 53 million snowflakes
sparkle as tiny diamonds
under a misty moon
frozen tears
of love
lost
a poem in my pocket 
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