a poem in my pocket

watercolour poet

18 Oct 2023 24 Comments

by lynn__ in ekphrastic Tags: art, canyon, crows, desert, imagination, mesa, paint

“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

______________

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

on wings of prayer

03 Oct 2023 15 Comments

by lynn__ in quadrille Tags: conversation, delight, divine, prayer, relationship

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

______________

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

equilibrium

28 Sep 2023 7 Comments

by lynn__ in haibun Tags: day, equinox, horses, moon, night, planets, sun

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

21 Sep 2023 4 Comments

by lynn__ in Uncategorized Tags: just saying, politically incorrect

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

19 Sep 2023 24 Comments

by lynn__ in fold Tags: autumn, cattle, corn, fall, fires, geese, leaves, school

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.

______________

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

a song through tears

12 Sep 2023 24 Comments

by lynn__ in free verse Tags: God, grief, mother, sign, song, sparrow

as i wait in pickup

for husband on errand,

i miss my mother.

heart pauses in grief as

sparrow lights upon bush

next to vehicle and begins

to sweetly sing as he studies

me with keen dark eyes.

mother’s favorite song was

“His Eye is on the Sparrow;”

it was a connection, a sign.

the One who watches over

my mother, also watches me.

searching

12 Sep 2023 4 Comments

by lynn__ in tanka Tags: Augustine, enough, Jesus, rest, restless

we’re often restless

life’s fulfillment not complete

what will satisfy?

we can find our rest in God

Jesus is more than enough

______________

“You have made us for yourself, O Lord, and our heart is restless until it rests in you.”

– Augustine from his Confessions

blind date

11 Sep 2023 28 Comments

by lynn__ in prosery Tags: blind date, cousin, fountain, Jude, park

Her best friend set Bella up to meet her cousin, Jude, for a date. “He’s very good-looking and a real charmer. In fact, if he wasn’t my cousin, I’d want to go out with him myself!”

“OOOhh, I can’t believe it, I’m finally going to meet him! What should I wear? How will I do my hair? Where do we meet?” Bella bubbled over with anticipation. She desperately wanted to impress this guy.

“I suggest a short skirt and hair down, softly curled. He will be waiting for you in the park, on a bench near the fountain. I’ll drop you off and you can call me later.”

That day, Bella walked up to him and said, breathlessly, “Hey, Jude! To be pretty for you I have dropped two seeds of turnsole in the dark of both eyes. Now I am truly blind.”

Prosery for dVerse prompt must be 144 words and include this line from Isabel Duarte-Gray’s poem, Garden: “To be pretty for you I have dropped two seeds of turnsole in the dark of both eyes.”

God’s good design

07 Sep 2023 6 Comments

by lynn__ in haiku Tags: anniversary, blue moon, marriage

once in a blue moon

we celebrate forty years

married love is blessed

one day at a time

27 Aug 2023 12 Comments

by lynn__ in Uncategorized Tags: anniversary, blessing, God, grace, love, marriage

do you love me?
yes, i love you.
a little or a lot?
i love you lots.
forty years worth?
i’ve loved you an ATROCIOUS
amount of time!

~~~~~~~

how did we make it FORTY years?

one question at a time, one answer at a time

one smile at a time, one laugh at a time

one promise at a time, one prayer at a time

one choice at a time, one challenge at a time

one wink at a time, one eye roll at a time

one argument at a time, one concession at a time

one tear at a time, one joy at a time

one kiss at a time, one hug at a time

one step at a time, one sleep at a time

one son at a time, one season at a time

one day at a time, one moment at a time

forty years of blessing is a gift of God’s GRACE!

sweeter with age

21 Aug 2023 34 Comments

by lynn__ in quadrille Tags: anniversary, farmers market, Kauai, lovers, pineapple

mark thirty-fifth anniversary

on kaua’i island ~ hawaii

visit hanalei farmers’ market

petite apple-faced vendor offers

juicy samples we cannot resist:

mango, papaya, pretty star fruit,

exotic longan (or dragon’s eyes)

yet most exquisite discovery:

taste of fresh white pineapple

~ as sweet as old lovers ~

_______________

Linking to dVerse quadrille prompt on “pine”… and praying for the people of west Maui recently devastated by wild fires.

flash flood

14 Aug 2023 2 Comments

by lynn__ in ovillejo Tags: flood, mud, puddles, rain

do you hear rush of rain?

set pump in drain!

sound pounding on roof?

gutters overflow proof!

what follows a flood?

splash puddles and mud!

_______

moisture soaks flower’s bud

crops drink shower’s dew

(there’s new lake in view!)

pump drain, gutters flow into puddles and mud

______________

This is written in Spanish “ovillejo” form as prompted at dVerse poets last week.

a poem in my pocket

watercolour poet

on wings of prayer

equilibrium

devolution of (wo)man

weathering predictions

a song through tears

searching

blind date

God’s good design

one day at a time

sweeter with age

flash flood

Recent Posts

Receive poetry posts by email?

Poetry Communities

Poetess