virus from China hurricane unleashed on world hunker down inside when we dare remove our masks feel the sun on our faces
My father died last year of covid-induced dementia. He lived a full 87 years. By God’s grace, we’ll see each other again! Link to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.
do you see that little seashell?
left from wave swell
so delicate—
i would like it.
it’s that freckled one over there
exposed to air
lying on sand
reach out your hand.
now, did you see that seashell move?
get it, my love
make a quick grab
—a hermit crab!
Grace invites us to write “minute poems” at dVerse Poets pub. A Minute Poem has 60 syllables, 3 quatrains of 8-4-4-4 syllable lines, and aabb-ccdd-eeff rhyme scheme.
“After last night’s storm the tulip petals are strewn across the patio where they mortally fluttered.”– from Church, a poem by Jim Harrison
She lost her best friend… husband and loyal confidant, devoted father, avid fisherman; a man for his time and beyond who served country, church and community well. He bloomed.
Did he enjoy flowers? He receives them now with thin-petaled eyes closed, smile line of lips stilled, silent as the cancer that spread.
Like delicate flowers, we too are seeded, planted, nurtured, watered, weeded, sometimes uprooted, and lovingly tended to our fragile end… when God plucks and gathers us into his eternally beautiful bouquet.
“The grass withers and the flowers fall…”
Thanks to Linda Lee Lyberg for dVerse poets prompt to write inspired by line from Jim Harrison’s poetry. Written in memory of Norm De Boom…for Sherry.
One of our joys with grandchildren nearby is to attend their school and Sunday School Christmas programs. It seems especially appropriate for children to share the good news of a special child’s birth. We smile at the fidgeting boys and shy girls as they line up on stage to take turns at a microphone. We’re gratified when they memorize their lines and speak (or read) them loud and clear.
But even if they stumble over the words or costumes, the effect is delightful. Our hearts warm to little cherubs softly singing “Away in a Manger” with motions and thrill to children’s choir belting out “NOEL, NOEL” to raise the roof. A tingling rendition of “O Holy Night” played with color-coded hand bells is simply beautiful to our ears and surely must be to God’s as well. Thanks be to Him for his indescribable gift!
carols sung, bells rung
girl Mary holds baby doll
child’s heart of worship
Lisa hosts first haibun Monday of the new year at dVerse poetics…come join us!
You have shown me the path of life; in your presence is fullness of joy, with eternal pleasures at your right hand. Ps. 16:11
Jesus, JESUS you are my JOY! fountain of Life, Lover of my soul you shine the Way as Alpha and Omega (Beginning to End) of my earthly JOURNEY…
…another Year past is yet a Day closer to Father and YOU! Speed us on with your Spirit, protect us by your Angels, and bring us safely home, FREE at last!
“Free at last” phrase from Dr. Martin Luther King’s “I Have a Dream” speech.
“I think there’s just one kind of folks. Folks.” ~quote from Harper Lee in “To Kill A Mockingbird”, 1960.
I think there’s just one kind of folks. In sinful hearts injustice soaks To face ourselves is awful bind Smug arrogance can make us blind In victimhood momentum chokes.
True, different folks need different strokes But racial focus racism stokes Humanity bleeds red we’ll find I think there’s just one kind of folks.
Abusive labels hate invokes Hatred and fear division tokes You may be privilege defined My ancestors worse than unkind We must end slurs, insults, bad jokes I think there’s just one kind of folks…Folks!
A rondeau is a French form of poetry composed of 15 lines, each contain 8-10 syllables. Rondeaux are a fixed verse form of three stanzas: a quintet, a quatrain, and a sestet. The first line of first stanza serves as refrain repeated in the last line of second and third stanzas. Rondeaux have rhyme scheme as follows, with “R” representing the refrain: AABBA AABR AABBAR.
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