posting poetic prose
16 Dec 2022 8 Comments
sleigh me with holly-
festooned bouquet of
ruffled-candy carnations
and blood-red roses to
match metal runners…
though pine boughs dry,
love remains evergreen
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tempt me with dainty
toffee treats, dipped in
choice milk or dark, dusted
with crushed almonds to
tantalize taste buds…
crisp buttery crunch of
melt-in-your-mouth savor
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Full disclosure: toffee was gift from investment company and floral centerpiece from realtor who sold us our new home 🙂
13 Dec 2022 12 Comments
in quadrille Tags: candy, candyland, gingerbread
how many rounds
of CANDYland can
grandma possibly play?
SWEET littles in my life!
let’s begin again
GINGERBREADs,
we’re lined up at start
in primary colors
happy for shortcuts;
hopeful to see princess
LOLLY POP up in deck
rather than feeling
glum and PLUMpy
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Check out dVerse poets for more confectionary quadrilles…
03 Dec 2022 3 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: children, divorce, family, sexual freedom
no fault divorce
has nearly killed
marriage in america,
LGBTQ agenda
will nail coffin shut.
children — confused,
abandoned, impoverished,
scarred and/or enslaved —
pay the price for adults’
sexual freedoms.
family foundation crumbles
from failure to invest;
when amoral people
ruin a republic
chaos reigns.
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Ten days after writing this, President Biden signed into law the so-called “Respect for Marriage Act”, codifying the “right” to same-sex “marriage” and repealing the 1996 Defense of Marriage Act.
Is marriage a “right” given to anyone by the government or God’s design for the family? Love may be love but real marriage is covenantal marriage and we should preserve it.
02 Dec 2022 17 Comments
pure and persuasive as spring rains
accumulate and wait for moonrise…
memos from heaven everywhere; next to
my feet…see, i am taking off my shoes.
bare branches as springboards for
flight, riding the breath of God?
onion heart…never getting all the way in
but what cardiologist God, wearing scrubs,
air around him clarified suddenly and
by that i think God means us to be
an inner fountain springing always fresh
to grow in His reflected image!
An ending poem of 12 lines for the end of the year and the 12th month as prompted by Laura Bloomsbury at dVerse. I chose ending lines from poems in Sea Glass by Luci Shaw, 2016. (In final line I changed pronoun “its” to “his”).
02 Dec 2022 5 Comments
in tanka Tags: alone, loneliness, quiet, soul
listen to your soul
alone is not loneliness
but self-connection
we all need time to process
life’s challenges and trauma
28 Nov 2022 14 Comments
in quadrille Tags: blankets, blessings, books, grandchildren
smiles and giggles
playing prisoner
till released
mindful anticipation
learning new game
directed energy
little hands warm mine
exploring outdoors
in wonder
quiet cozy moments
reading favorites
with blanket
words in unison
praying aloud
by memory
for every little blessing
we give thanks,
Father
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A quadrille (44 words) including the word “warm”. Written for dVerse where Lisa tends the pub 🙂
23 Nov 2022 2 Comments
in senryu, Uncategorized Tags: america, mercy, sins
post-Christian nation
still wrestles with her past sins
may God have mercy
21 Nov 2022 20 Comments
We’re grateful to live where autumn ripens into a real season. Fields of corn and soybeans dry, then die to be harvested by hungry combines. The trees shed their modest summer greenery and commence puttin’ on the ritz in shades of russet, rich brown, gold, and burnt orange.
We’ll admit to overdosing on pumpkin: picked from pumpkin patch, decorating our doorstep, carved into jolly jack-o-lanterns, made into moist muffins or perfect pie, sipped as pumpkin-spice flavored coffee or chai.
We all enjoy sitting closer with family or neighbors around blaze of bonfire, roasting sticks in hand, as the sun goes down. Even the dogs and cows put on warmer coats.
when outdoor temps dip
make s’mores in microwave
marshmallows puff up
Linking to dVerse poets where Linda Lee Lyberg hosts autumn haibun. Photo of my grandson who is 3 today!
04 Nov 2022 5 Comments
in haiku, scripture Tags: breath, life, mist
we’re but passing mist
our lifespan a breath of God
shadows seen through fog
James 4:14
08 Oct 2022 7 Comments
in lament Tags: communication, fear, integrity, intimacy
whose eyes are windows to the soul
why do dark orbs seem lifeless?
where does one go to find comfort
when look away, turn inward?
cannot escape matrix of mind
confused thoughts circle nowhere
conflicted feelings cloud the heart
consequences prove painful
leave parents; later, spouse and home
lean into self-reliance
learned fear of real intimacy
lest empty self be disclosed
force cannot move one to love or
form friendships deeper than surface
for communication requires
foundational integrity
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Traditional Mongolian Meter requires quatrains written in lines of 7 to 8 syllables, each line head-rhymed with alliteration being a prominent element of the form. Grace at dVerse explains a head-rhyme as being “the first consonant of each line matching.
05 Oct 2022 18 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: dreamers, older, poetry, remodel, retirement
retirement arrived
finally unexpectedly
what does it mean??
too tired / put on new wheels
older & wiser (we can hope)
still too young to die!
(Lord willing)
got some good years ahead
to leave lasting imprint
(or learn at last to listen)
golden & embolden
dance a brave attempt
who cares / what
people think
be the real (old) you / me
restless dreamers
remodel our lives
unparalleled
committing
random acts of poetry
02 Oct 2022 Leave a comment
autumn’s lost robin
standing guard in our back yard
protects last apple
a poem in my pocket 
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