above & beyond

Lillian at dVerse Poets invites us to “look up” and marvel at pictures from Hubble Space Telescope…

Artist's concept of exoplanet orbiting Fomalhaut

Credit: ESA, NASA and L. Calçada (ESO); ESA/Hubble

 

You, who spins
planets in place
calls stars by name
speaks light into
hot existence

You, whose wisdom
births bright galaxies
weighs gravity’s laws
measures our time
expands space

You alone are
worthy of worship

we, who spin
on watery planet
stare at your stars
depend on light
of dying sun

we, whose
understanding
reflects your image
yet live limited by
gravity, time, space

we bow in awe at
Your cosmic beauty!

 

 

rode the mother road

Joining dVerse poets with quadrille #44 for “kicks” tonight 🙂  A “quadrille” is a poem of exactly 44 words, not including title…I counted hyphenated words as 2.

 

since nineteen

twenty-six, midway

thru roarin’ twenties,

classic car aficionados

cooly cruised or raced

rip-roarin’ midway

across america’s past,

passed, and passing

drive-ins, diners,

and wigwam motels

motoring along

singing a song

wheeling to

get their kicks

on route sixty-six!

 

 

 

 

 

mi quintilla

 

dia de los muertos

fiesta de los cuerpos

la dulce vida

vaya rapida

!alabanza!  porque días son cortos

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free image – pixabay

will you play?

Response to Elsie’s tanka challenge using: prepare & surprises

 

games prepare children

for life’s odd wins and losses

Candyland delight

anticipate surprises

outcomes are all in the cards

 

images

(free clip art)

reaching new heights

 

 

mastery of self

discipline offers freedom

on winds of conquest

 

 

 

 

Inspiration from music featured at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

 

 

 

secret well of life

 

empty of myself

my energy depleted

fill my cup again

i thirst for living water

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photo by lynn

only you can satisfy

 

 

(in history’s) defense

Joining dVerse Poets and Victoria’s “erasure poem” prompt.  I took mine from a non-fiction Maters of Art book, The Story of Architecture, by Francesco Milo.

 

 

feudal lords IMG_5181
built castles to
protect against
barbarians assailing

timber stockade
consisting of mound
palisade and ditch
motte-and-bailey castle

mighty stone towers or
keeps designed in
combination of gate-
house and outer wall

fortified residences
feudal nobility dwell
in relative safety
houses huddle

around in village
walled formidably
then advent of
artillery and cannon

…Carcassonne!

 

epic warfare

 

fantasy music–

dragon warriors battle

Conqueror of the Sky

spiritual warfare will

determine men’s destiny

 

 

Inspiration and, more haiku/tanka posted at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

creeaak!

 

Our farm buildings are nestled in the protective elbow of the grove, my personal woodland. A variety of trees shield us from the blast of winter’s northwest winds. Along outer L-shaped perimeter stand two rows of blue spruce, planted early in our marriage; mountain trees for this Colorado girl transplanted to prairie. Now the rows are closed to lawnmowers and snow shoers.

Inside the west crook, reside old ash and gnarly box elder, here long before my husband’s parents bought the farm site. Random maple, scattered throughout, blaze in autumn’s golden glory. Near the road, three small birch wave at passers-by. A few more spruce shelter the apple orchard, now consisting of two prodigious trees, we planted by our driveway.

On the north, two straight rows of ash, summit and bergesen, join hands high to form a long leaf-adorned aisle where migrating monarchs flit in early fall. Next to these, six red oak raise their proud heads and stubbornly hang onto dead leaves until next spring.

Sadly, severe weather, disease, or insect pests eventually claim even the best of our trees. Walk past an old dead tree on a windy day and hear the creaking. Better to get chainsaw out before it falls where we don’t want it to. Its wood will warm us in winter and we are grateful.

 

young saplings attend
but cannot stop life cycle
dryad’s dying scream

 

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photo by lynn

 

 

gotta love that face!

 

hound dog’s brown eyes sad

as homeward bound campers pack

wags his tail goodbye

 

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photo by lynn

 

grandmutter clutter

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chunks of myself run
around as toddlers who
hold hunks of my heart.

my fragmented thoughts
consider their future. it’s a
sadly fragmented world.

pieces of puzzles and
toys scattered on floor;
ordered home in pieces

spread a slice of bread
with peanut butter n’ jelly,
enjoying this slice of life.

 


“Epanalepsis” is a literary device developed into a new poetry form by Mick Talbot with repeated words, according to this pattern:

RED: Repeated words in epanalepsis don’t have to be identical, but must be in context.
BLUE: Epanalepsis can occur across two sentences.
GREEN: Same word used at the beginning and end of a sentence.
VIOLET: Epanalepsis can occur within a clause of a sentence.

(I used violet instead of Mick’s mauve because it shows up better on my page)

 

on our way home

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai  celebrates 5 years!  Revisiting theme: on our way home…


 

music in clinic

contemplate own funeral

face mortality

_______

reading old headstones

on walk through cemetery

how did eddy end?

_______

morning prayer time

Spirit’s breath fill us more

to live while we can

 

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photo by lynn

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