posting poetic prose
14 Jul 2025 22 Comments
in quadrille Tags: adventure, map, travel, turn
have you heard that “one
good turn deserves another”?
i concur; especially while
traveling, we agree (husband
and me) “there are no wrong turns
on vacation”; thanks to
global positioning systems
and map app which adeptly
reroute us as we discover
another alternate adventure!
We are on our way to Alaska with our pickup and camper…check out my post(s), “alaska or bust” for haiku and a few photos of our trip. Linking to dVerse Poets quadrille prompt.
03 Jul 2025 6 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: adventure, alaska, beauty, travel
As my husband and i embark on a roadtrip, “The Great Alaskan Get-Away” (as our fourth son called it), i hope to record our trip with haiku and also share some photos here…
. . . . .
little white chapel
welcomes interstate travelers
prayers for safety
scent of pine on breeze
soft-bristled ponderosa
cover hills in black
. . . . .
rock cut-away glints
precious metals vein granite
black hills central tracks
old “eighteen-eighty” railroad
steam engine pulls train up grade
whee! we ride e-bikes
along george michelson trail
bump over wood bridge
. . . . .
i feed him almonds
toss halves to striped ground squirrel
he eats on haunches
. . . . .
presidents in stone
home of the free and the brave
history’s heroes
Happy birthday, America! Remember your heroes and hold to your ideals…
visit montana
big sky hospitality
panning for gold and garnets
old friends, old west towns, old bones
glacial mountain views
. . . . .
mountain majesties
stand on leftover snow patch
breathe in alpine air
home sweet camper home
nestled in stand of tall pines
relax with husband
. . . . .
four wheel drive pickup
narrow one lane gravel road
explore old ghost town
miners found gold and silver
Garnet booms…then abandoned
walk trail through tall trees
red cedar and black hemlock
ferns grace forest floor
. . . . .
26 Jun 2025 3 Comments
in rhyming verse Tags: death, faithful, family, farmer, God, wife, work
A eulogy for our friend, Harlan Kooima, who died in farm accident while loading cattle…
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A farmer is a man with simple needs
who learns to follow weather in the skies
he watches corn grow tall from kerneled seeds
enjoys his morning coffee with the guys.
His wife beside him, faithful thru the years
she was his only chosen, youthful bride
and tho’ their troubles sometimes caused her tears
she listened to his stories, saved his pride.
They raised two lovely daughters, three strong sons
took them to church and taught them of God’s love
life on the farm made hard work seem like fun
grown green with rain and sunshine from above.
This farmer’s sudden passing came too soon
we’ll miss his presence here, his smiling eyes
he now whistles some bright celestial tune…
we trust God’s grace to keep us all our lives.
13 Jun 2025 Leave a comment
in senryu Tags: loneliness, solitude, stillness
. . .
spending time alone:
loneliness empties us but
solitude can fill
. . .
11 Jun 2025 Leave a comment
in classical haiku, Uncategorized Tags: awake, camper, full moon, light, night
…
awake restless night
light illuminates camper
half-crazy full moon
…
04 Jun 2025 16 Comments
in limerick Tags: beach, pain, sisters, spain, sunbathing, yoga
***
Three sunbathing sisters from Spain
grew tired of rain on the plain;
trio traveled to beach
but feared dark hair would bleach
so learned yoga to ease mental pain.
***
Linking to dVerse poets where Melissa invites us to write poetic response to Picasso…
03 Jun 2025 4 Comments
in classical haiku Tags: blue heron, fish, river, wings
. . .
wide wing span, stilt legs
spear fish in shallow river
great blue heron stalks
. . .
*See video at All About Birds and wonderful photos by Linda Murdock here.
02 Jun 2025 29 Comments
in quadrille Tags: cloud, depression, faith, helpless, midnight, mood
Lillian hosts dVerse poets pub where she’s serving quadrilles till sunrise.
dark cloud
gathers
over house,
heavy weight
of self-pity
settles in;
crawls into
bed with
depression to
brood sombre
mood;
unsettling
helpless inhabitants
who desire respite
but cannot
escape
shadow of
“woe-is-poor-me”
midnight feeling
…unless
faith dawns
miraculous
at sunrise.
30 May 2025 19 Comments
in trolaan Tags: dance, love, marriage, separation, wait
Think hard again before you leave
the partner you pledged to love;
That decision will certainly cleave
two hearts like a sacrificed dove.
How much value is in your word,
honor found deep in your soul?
Hold onto courage and fortitude
however love’s difficult toll.
Opposites do naturally attract
or eventually they may repel;
Often we give up, due to fact
of living in temporary hell.
Perhaps if given gracious chance
people can learn to change;
Pull partner closer in life dance,
pride aside, missteps rearrange.
______________
Linking to dVerse where Grace hosts with a new form: Trolaan, created by Valerie Peterson Brown, is a poem consisting of 4 quatrains. Each quatrain begins with the same letter (the second letter of previous stanza). The rhyme scheme is abab for each stanza.
27 May 2025 4 Comments
in haibun Tags: Alzheimers, breath, death, grandson, quilt
Tillie slumps in her wheelchair under hand-stitched patchwork for warmth. She’s shrunk with age, both body and mind. She stares, emotionally flat…until they place young grandson on her lap. They sing “Jesus Loves Me” off-key together and watch little birds chirp behind glass.
Eight years of Alzheimer’s…enough for anyone to suffer this long goodbye. Her breathing shallows as family gathers round. Last grandson arrives as they hold matriarch’s cool-veined hands in prayer. She quietly exhales one final breath after family members murmur, “Amen.”
lap quilt for keepsake
her once sharp eyes, now shadowed
trust we’ll meet again
…
Haibun on “momento Mori” linked to dVerse poets where Frank Tassone hosts pub for Memorial Day.
26 May 2025 4 Comments
in rhyming verse, Uncategorized Tags: cemetery, crow, dead, headstone, sparrow
while visiting town cemetery
i walk among the dead
dark crow caws loud atop pine tree
sound fills my mind with dread
anon, i heard another bird
sing sweet upon headstone
“his eye is on the sparrow”
means i will not die alone.
Civil War headstone photo by lynn__
a poem in my pocket 
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