posting poetic prose
06 Apr 2022 4 Comments
A Somonka consisting of 2 tankas of statement/response on love theme.
fear and dread well up
alone in my darkest hour
enemies approach
i cannot feel your presence
God, have you forsaken me?
no, my child, I’m here
sweating drops of my own blood
i know your deep pain
settle your heart in silence
love holds you in stone garden
03 Apr 2022 Leave a comment
Sermon on Matt. 28:16-20 by pastor leaving to train church planters in Nepal…
During Lent, we repent into the real priorities of our Lord.
30 Mar 2022 9 Comments
in haiku Tags: abortion, cherry blossoms, miscarriage, regrets
25 Mar 2022 4 Comments
in haiku Tags: champagne, moon, sky
_______
half moon of champagne
spills into conversation
fizzes as it wanes
________
23 Mar 2022 12 Comments
i painted our basement
a lucious “oyster shoal”
such neutral hue embued
between cloud and coal
idyllic muted color match
to old grey mare’s fair foal
if i fall into a swoon, know
the fumes have taken toll
as paint chip covers wall
in opalescent oyster shoal!
Inspired by Sarah’s “colours” prompt at dVerse which fit with my latest home project.
21 Mar 2022 29 Comments
in quadrille Tags: extra, world peace
A quadrille of 44 words on theme of “paper” linked to dVerse Poets
it’s world poetry day
but you probably won’t
read it in the newspapers
poems aren’t news any-
more than recipes are
novels but why not?
publish a peace poem
on front page of today’s
issue with bold print, yell
“extra, read all about it!”
21 Mar 2022 4 Comments
in american sentence Tags: Anna, life, poem, savor
17 Mar 2022 24 Comments
in sonnet Tags: cap, Easter, hat, lieutenant, purple, red
yes, i remember fondly my first hat
white straw with strap on chin and blue ribbon
with lacy gloves on church bench there i sat
clean folded hankie was Easter sermon.
my father had lieutenant’s naval cap
we played with it as kids in neighborhood
whoever wore the hat commanded map
and others followed orders as they should.
now that i’m older, friends go out in style
we dress in purple bling, red hats feathered
when we appear, we usually bring a smile
we laugh and learn to love life well-weathered.
reveal under my hat, mind’s mystery
read thoughts at blog: mad hatter poetry!
15 Mar 2022 1 Comment
in american sentence Tags: heart, mind
when
my heart
is shattered,
my mind
feels scattered,
i question,
what matters?
Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. (Lamentations 3: 22, 23)
12 Mar 2022 12 Comments
in decastitch, rhyming verse Tags: commands, decastitch, ten
Why not follow these wise instructions from the “owner’s manual”?
I AM the Lord your God who set you free
Why then make idols of created things?
My name is holy, give honor to me
Enjoy a day of rest, my praises sing
Respect your parents, it will long life bring
You should not hate or take a person’s life
Bed only one who wears your wedding ring
To take someone’s possessions is not right
Speak truth so all can trust your honesty
And be content, your blessings come from me.
The decasyllabic decastitch (10 lines of 10 syllables each) poetry form has been ascribed to Sheeley A. Cephas and named ‘the Decuain’ (pronounced duck•won). It is written in iambic pentameter with rhyme scheme (ababbcbcaa). Just follow the rules 🙂 Linking with Laura and dVerse Poets.
07 Mar 2022 21 Comments
under oath, bound
it astounds
why witnesses testify
to different perceptions
of same event
are these misconceptions?
even siblings
possess varying views
more or less of
their mother and dad;
of growing-up,
experiences had
emotions come
and depart
through eyes of the heart!
This week at dVerse Poets, Bjorn invites us to use our eyes to write a quadrille (44-word poem). A post today by Pilgrim on a Long, Long Journey gave me the ideas for my poem. Image from http://www.mirror.co.uk
02 Mar 2022 26 Comments
in quadrille Tags: ekphrastic poetry, mountain, raind
war is a
desolate, cold mountain;
obstacle to and reason for refugees
where savage wind blows fear,
pelting rain drives misery,
grief burdens the weary,
even as
memories, dreams
ooze away with mud.
Linking this quadrille to dVerse for a “March wind” ekphrastic challenge with Merril…
a poem in my pocket 
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