heron’s haunts

crickets ‘n crawdads sing off-key
in surreal dream left condemned
on river surrounded by marshland
of carolina’s backwaters…look away
like empty windows that stare coldly
as lonely boat cradles dead body in
hull…cut memory loose, let it drift
through mind’s dark tunnel beyond
plaster and bricks’ clayed dilapidation


Written in response to d’verse ekphrastic prompt featuring art by Lee Madgwick. The previous evening, I’d watched the film, “Where Crawdads Sing,”based on book by same title.

smellybean…then eat!

“Love, but be careful what you love,” (Augustine)

if you ever have an extra jellybean

whatever flavor is fine to my bellybean


juicy burst of sweetness tastes swellybean


but one’s not enough, we can tellybean


let’s go down to the local delibean


and buy biggest sack they sellybean

brilliance

morning sun breaks through

rain clouds radiate glory

God smiles with favor

photo by lynn

c’mon, man!

Mr. Biden, see southern border?
we do believe in law and order
you must protect Americans all
and finish work of building wall

immigrants need line and gate
but now pour in without restraint
since you’ve extended invitation
drugs/sex traffickers invade nation

and what about Afghanistan?
your evacuation had no plan
abandoned friends to awful fate
left weapons there (terrorist bait)

Afghan women’s rights now gone
children’s school studies done
cut short dreams of future bright
Al-Qaeda’s back, ready to fight

all you know is how to spend
another billion, when does it end?
we taxpayers must pay the bill
for national debt we cannot fill

a president without a clue
stumbles over word and shoe
I do not like to make a fuss
but two more years may ruin us!

strange encounter

once upon a misty moon
i think it was the month of june
a sight enough to make one swoon
i met a leprechaun

his knickers and his jacket green
shamrocks gave his hat a sheen
his beady eyes stared at me keen
then he began to laugh

“aye’ve never met a girl before
but shouldn’t ya wear a pinafore
to cover clothes fer doin’ chores?”
i looked down at myself

i saw the mud caked on my dress
and realized hair was all a mess
but how it happened couldn’t confess
then i awoke from dream

luminousity

orange pumpkin moon

black cloud eye-mask conceals face

trick-or-treat bandit

rises above dark tree shapes

farmyard glows with light surreal

photo by lynn

tattoo lady

she’s mystery, an enigma
embodies fox or cougar
pretty in her day, now age
obviously wears wrinkles

bleach blonde, made-up
tattoo on forearm of her
butterfly babies flown,
ladybug kids now grown

husband dead and gone,
she’s borne a lonely grief
so empathizes with much-
younger divorced prodigal

encounter after club hours
exchange glances, numbers
packs her sequined t-shirts
touring country in his truck

little shoes

Reminders of precious little boys

following Daddy’s footsteps

tracking through the house

leaving loveprints all over my heart.

rendezvous

Joining in the fun at dVerse Poets where Lillian invites us to include flavors of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream in a poem…that’s NOT about ice cream 😉

Ever cool, Britannia shmoozes,
“hey, Sugar Plum, how about we go out
for some Miz Jelena’s sweet potato pie?”

“That dastardly mash for a late night snack?!”
She pauses, “but I could go for a cuppa coffee.”

“Coffee? Buzz, buzz, buzz”, he teases; (head
will feel like an urban jumble, he thinks). “Well,
change is brewing, take my arm and let’s go.”

Looking at the time, she mutters,
“Can’t believe you talk me into this
half-baked scheme at such an hour.
This is nuts!”

He pats her hand, winks and grins,
“Maybe we’ll order urban bourbon instead.
Goodbye, yellow brick road and hello Miz Jelena’s!”

invasive species

House pests: when it’s too wet we have earwigs, when it’s too dry we have ants.

future revelation

“Whoever has ears, let them hear what the Spirit says to the churches. To the one who is victorious, I will give some of the hidden manna. I will also give that person a white stone with a new name written on it, known only to the one who receives it.” *

pay attention to Logos
the first and the last Word
who embodies hidden manna
if you have ears, use them to
listen and believe, remember

hold fast to faith, claim victory
reward of pure white stone
written with glorified real name
smooth in overcomer’s fingers
testament to commuted virtue

signifies acquittal from guilt and
condemnation, seen as worthy
in the Master’s eyes, welcomed
with solid ticket to the kingdom
as he persevered, so shall we!

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*Revelation 2:17 NIV

making memories

grandchildren’s weekend

visit foreign candy store

summertime sweetness

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see lit jar lantern

granddaughter catches fireflies

flashes in twilight

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water park zipline

grandson glides off high platform

makes big splash in pool

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baby grasshoppers

hop wildly around our feet

wait till they grow up!

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