boomers message to snowflakes

snowflakes melting on mittens
mewling like helpless kittens
half-grown, grad school bound
when will self-respect be found?

it’s tough world, you must be strong
such thin skin will not last long
not every insult’s in your face,
peace of mind is safest space!

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Bjorn hosts quadrilles at dVerse and is pouring hot chocolate for the poets today…comic courtesy of Brett Jordan at Unsplash.

on the mountain

son of the promise
carries bundle of kindling
for required sacrifice

his faithful father
bears heavier burden
of patriarchal love

a fire burning hot
in his chest rises to this
high pinnacle of trust

son willingly lays life
down, to be bound; back
arched on rough dry wood

wide eyes close tight
as boy draws a final breath,
bares his throat to the knife

trembling hand halts midair
when angel calls out
“Abraham, STOP!”

Look, the Lord provides
substitute ram for the altar;
its blood is shed instead

as a foreshadow of Christ,
when Father’s promised Son
comes as our Lamb of sacrifice

God’s covenant renewal
inspires radical obedience
which results in greater blessing.

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I first wrote this in 2020 for our church candlelight service of Lessons & Carols.

dogged obedience for crumbs

Lord, sometimes we just don’t understand
the mysterious ways you treat your children:
Abraham asked to sacrifice son of promise
Joseph jailed in Egypt for misjudged morals
Moses not allowed to enter promised land
Hosea told to marry an unfaithful prostitute
Zechariah murdered inside temple courts.

life can seem cruel and unfair in its dealings
as some people struggle disproportionately
do you stop your ears and turn your back?
sometimes your children suffer through no
sin of their own but because of others’ lies
we expect justice to prevail but if it doesn’t
can we believe you are sovereign over all?

try hard to quiet our questions and doubts
but sometimes we voice laments out loud
and, like Job, dare interrogate God of the
universe; human clay complains to potter.
we fall at your feet, cry hot tears, and rise
with hope in our hearts to bear burden of
doubt until your holy kingdom fully comes!

need thankful heart transplant

If we have access to clean water, adequate food, decent clothing, and a sturdy home, we should be thankful. Some people in our world walk long distances to draw contaminated water and many go to bed with hungry bellies. Homeless people shiver in ragged clothes out on cold sidewalks.

If we have family that loves us and we enjoy the companionship of good friends and neighbors, we must be thankful. Think how many people live alone or feel lonely in the wide world, wishing they had someone to be with or talk to. A warm touch, listening ears and understanding heart are treasures.

If we live in a nation that respects the life and liberty of its citizens with laws that recognize the worth and dignity of every individual, let us be thankful. Rule by tyrants or terrorists results in oppressive regimes where no one is safe. All people deserve a voice in their own government.

easy to complain

about food or politics

give me thankful heart

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Frank encourages us to write a haibun on thankfulness today at d’Verse poets…not sure whether I’ve written a haibun or a grandmotherly sermon!

haiku published

jagged vee of geese

unravel skein of grey sky

winter’s sweater snagged

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My haiku included in Lyrical Iowa 2023 (received 2nd Honorable Mention).

ablaze!

backyard maple tree

leaves of burnt orange and red

fall like sparks from flame

don’t handicap us

it’s rude to stand at a distance and stare
but if you come closer, we’ll make you aware

we are people first, although may be disabled;
most of us people prefer not to be labled

our behavior sometimes causes confusion
we may choose to isolate yet desire inclusion

we offer perspectives that may surprise
listen and learn from us, grow to be wise

wheelchair is obvious or condition is hidden
but tolerance of barriers should be forbidden

yes, you may be healthy now at your age
but accident or illness can come on next page

all of us humans are differently able;
all of us humans deserve seats at the table

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At dVerse poets today, Bjorn challenges us to meet the bar with any poem written for a cause in first person plural.

watercolour poet

“To create one’s own world takes courage.”
–Georgia O’Keeffe

more than a dead tree
or virginal flower flush
with blushing petals,
an artist forms reality

heart lifts in imagination
mind soars with creativity
above dry, dusty desert
of hardpan relationship

soul flies to canyon lands
of welcoming sagebrush;
bleeding art on red clay
bursts from the shadows

paints emotional palette,
wanders beyond rim until
satisfied by fruits of wine
and feast of distant mesa

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Ekphrastic poetry for dVerse poets’ pub hosted by Melissa Lemay.

on wings of prayer

come as children
invited to relationship in
conversation with Father
enfolded by arms of love

whisper or whimper
spoken in Jesus name
hearts washed, forgiven,
delight in his presence

silent inward groans
Spirit hovers to listen
intercedes for sinners
a brush with the divine

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44-word quadrille linked to dVerse poets where Lisa hosts prompt on the word “brush”.

equilibrium

The Creator precisely designs and tunes the cosmos so that twice yearly the plane of the earth’s equator bisects the sun which means day and night are in perfect balance. The solar system moves with exact timing, aligned in an intricate celestial dance.

At county fair, teams of horses pull wagons in outdoor arena. Harnessed together, two powerful animals work together in perfect harmony. A white and black team, Daisy & Midnight, are trained to trot around ring in rhythmic synchronization, bells jingling.

Sun and moon mark time on earth, ushering in four seasons in turn. As plants soak in every available ray of sun, equinox signals leaves to bud with new life or dry to die; coloring our world. Our lives cycle through the months, years and seasons.

rhythm of planets

~  metes elliptical orbits  ~

sky music of spheres

devolution of (wo)man

seems neanderthals and

cro-magnon primitives

enjoyed natural sex

(we’re here, aren’t we?!)

found shelter in caves,

knew how to build fires

to warm themselves yet

we can’t define gender

without stuffing modern

men’s brassieres who

drag tutus from sad little

girls (wishing to be boys)

who barely escape abortion

by own empowered mothers

who study eugenics under

professors of victim-hood

dependent on bloated

government programs

(or pogroms?) desperate

to control climate but pushing

homeless and disabled out in

cold needle-littered city streets

weathering predictions

autumn’s season when leaves must fall
in colors of dying sunset across sky
where canada geese high above us call
their long goodbyes to summer’s home;
they must move on as leaves must fall.
farmers bring in dry harvest of ripe corn
and deliver fattened cattle to butcher’s stall
to supply grocer’s shelves to feed all our
children hungry for winter’s first snowfall;
in hopes of missed school days while haze
of smoky fires burn dead leaves that must fall.

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This is a “fold” poem invented by Gillena Cox and featured at dVerse poets’ pub.

The Fold [Gillena’s guidelines]
1. 11 lines
2. The end phrase of Line 1 repeats at Lines 5 and 11
3. The rhyme of line 1 continues through in every other line 
4. There MUST be a reference to nature and how it affects you, the poet

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