incendiary language

spark of
touches off
pride’s fuel
words are
is reduced
to ashes

and douse

Sarah’s chosen theme for quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets is “ashes to ashes”… check out the link!

future (un) limited


raindrops slip off sumac’s leaves
symmetrical and dyed blood red;
drip on faded pink blooms lying in
soggy clumps on mossy ground.


torchlight flickers off fortress wall
horse hooves clop on cobblestone;
chain mail and long swords rattle
as crusaders’ templar flag unfurls.


grandmother repeats phrase
“There’s a bear in the road!”
strong premonition of danger,
growly excuse to stay in room.


furious thrashing near surface
orcas attack great white shark;
merciless predators prowl sea
dolphin cousins dress for dinner


things are not always as they
may appear, mysteries abound
i want to appreciate wild beauty
here; to live boldly before i die.



Bjorn Rudberg at dVerse poets’ pub invites us to write a cadralor form poem of 5 unrelated imagist stanzas (of equal lines) with 5th stanza pulling a thread to tie them all together.

D-dagger twists

don’t ask, someone will tell of

wilted flower beauty of beast(ly)

hot day when railroad cowboy

wedded pretty (n)ice princess.

over a score of years/careers

more absence = less fondness

angry words derail love ‘n trust

cold hearts solidify, un-meltable.

interference called on (that) boy

(friend?) in basement bedroom.

mental (illness) manipulation

disables relationship while 3

children suffer collateral pain.

home quakes on (no) fault line;

at long last, shiny (90-day ltd)

sheriff arrives to serve papers

and awful deed is “so-o done”.

hey, haibun

When poetry contest looms, or e-zine deadline approaches, or writers’ website posts a prompt, do you experience brain freeze without benefit of ice cream? Do you hear Lucy yell, “You blockhead, Charlie Brown!” and you realize YOU are wearing a yellow shirt with brown zigzag across it?

I want to write slam poetry…loud, disgusted rants but the internet is already full of angry people raving. I want to write sexy… passionate married love but it’s a private affair not for public sharing. I want to write worship… to the glory of God but it may come off trite or offensive. I want to write verses happy… but dislike words that drip sappy.

So I say, “Hey, haibun, what do you want to be: a metaphor of a secret door? a nature travelogue? a sticky-sweet pastry? You’ll have to say something because I’m fresh out of ideas!”

writer without words

knows world needs more poetry

rake fallen dry leaves

Frank J. Tassone hosts Monday haibun at dVerse poets on topic of writer’s block…

big bird…live!

gray heron sighting

long-legs lifted on wide wings

grand daughters breathless

after ride through field near creek

where daddy combines soybeans


image from cannundrums blogspot

fruitful living

an apple tree
offered branch for me
a horse, a hide-out,
a place to spy
what neighbors
were doing in
yards nearby

an apple tree
held sweet memory
a visit by grandma
and grandpa to us;
we peeled and we
canned with more
smiles than fuss

an apple tree
is a treasury
even the apples
that fall, my grands
pick up to throw
to the cows, more
than enough for all

an apple tree
grows with family
to plant and prune,
climb and nurture;
to make plans for
sauce and pie
in the future




Thanks to Mish for serving up a “fruity” prompt at dVerse Poets pub this week…

disturbing appetite

palely colored

bulbous abdomenIMG_1337

of barn arachnid

curls like gray sack

drawstrung by eight

delicately jointed

and banded legs

poised on sticky orb

of doorway deathtrap;

four legs hold fly still

for fangs to clamp

down as spider

lingers long over

breakfast of blood

I dislike spiders but my muse lingers on arachnid theme so here’s another one for dVerse poets’ Monday quadrille (44 words) with Linda Lee Lyberg.

prayer for now & later


may i grow older (in your) grace-fully

grant that i may, like this summer squash vine,

though fading fast, still bear beautiful golden fruit

prodigious…perhaps involuntary… bright flowers

sprout even as spiky vine and dry leaves wither… yet

share your gifts of love, joy, peace, patience, kindness,

goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control

(some fruit may not fully mature but may i die trying)


a little respect?

“creepy crawly” they say
i’ll have my dignity and day
as a real mover on eight legs.

“itsy bitsy” they sing
i won’t flaunt a pretty wing
and don’t dare patronize me.

“brown recluse” they assume
when i run from big bad broom;
look-alike to my poisonous cousin.

“step on it” they cry
would you decide when i die?
let me hide in cozy funnel home.


Sarah at dVerse prompts us to focus on the insect/arachnid world and try to see life from their perspective…

debate or censor?


Not long ago, free speech was truly free
for all Americans who spoke their mind;
when wisely we agreed to disagree,
expressed honest opinion did not bind.
But now the thought police lurk everywhere;
they monitor facebook and twitter too.
Conservative opinions posted there
will bring opponents’ wrath down lewd & rude;
abruptly unemployed, you will be sued!




This a novelinee: 9 lines in iambic pentameter with ababcdcdd rhyme scheme.  For dVerse poets’ MTB challenge hosted by Laura Bloomsbury.


back to school blessing

I pray blessings upon each of you, my dear grandchildren, as you go back to school! A new school year can be exciting and scary, learning can be fun and hard work. Do NOT worry but DO listen to your teachers/parents because they want to help you. Let me know if I can help you or your parents with anything.

Pay attention to your studies with your eyes, ears, and hands (even nose and mouth, if possible). Be brave to try new things and be determined to practice old things. If you work at it, you will get better at any skill. It is good to be smart and know a lot of things. It is even better to be wise and know how to live well.

May you be a good friend, especially to your own sisters and brothers. If you are kind, others will usually be kind back. But sometimes others are unkind; that is when you must learn to forgive, like Jesus forgives us. God is love and He created a big, beautiful world for us to live in so go learn about living in God’s world!

time for new school year
hope teacher’s interesting
ready… study…learn!

acrostic plus

G rumbling won’t improve your mood
R emember to count all blessings good
O pportunities abound to appreciate
W onders around you, small and great
I nterest shown to those you love
N oticed here and up above
G od cares about heart attitude

if you find yourself doing life sol O
to meet new friends presents a goa L
pursue that hobby you never trie D
take the time to enjoy the rid E
you aren’t getting any younge R

Lillian proposes a puzzle poem so here’s an acrostic plus for dVerse poets today…

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