trapped?

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.

worth wait/weight

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.

momento mori

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.

portent


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__

ministry of presence

A quadrille (44 words) linked to dVerse poets where Kim invites us to walk quietly.


to come alongside

lone hurting person in

whatever hard situation

they find themselves.

one who quietly listens

attentive, undistracted

who accepts, validates

with humble posture.

to sit, stand, wait, walk

with fellow pilgrim on

a difficult path in life

hold up, hold on, hope!

boxed to go

Linking to dVerse poets where Bjorn invites us to write shape poetry…

please serve me up slice of humble pie

can’t refuse godfather’s boss sauce

green peppers, onions, tomatoes

smothered thick with cheese

do delicious dinner date

on warm baked crust

italian sausage

pepperoni

spiced

hot

merry month of may

photos by lynn

tulip time, holland michigan
definitely a dutch treat with
window to the waterfront
and view of windmill island

people bird-watch along
macatawa river wetlands
or people-watch at parks;
photograph bronze statues

admire blooms in beds and
pots on cobbled sidewalks;
sing spring’s delightful song
along with street musicians

downtown bustles with
ethnic bakeries, breweries
bookstores and gift shops
sell everything blueberry

dutch dancers prance in
klompen; stomp rompin’
fun as arm in arm, toe to
wooden-shoed toe they go

following noisy festivities,
relax in adirondack chair on
lawn of pillared church where
locals sit in quiet contentment

or take ride to nearby state park,
walk pier past red lighthouse to
watch working dredger move sand
stroll beach, cool feet in great lake

life bursts forth

Ready to Burst by Bonnie Ferrill Roman

_______

women-only
need apply
superpowers
unmatched
desire match
ovaries ready
and waiting
full of eggs
moon tides
to cycle
ebb & flow
for release

love-fest
fertilization
leads to
journey of
countdown:
nine months
forty weeks
three trimesters
time to ripen
to prepare
body & mind
for reckoning

life-giving
fire of birth
purify & refine
focus on process
breathe deep
pant shallow
death grip in
overwhelm
of nature
to push
human life
for delivery

_______

Linking to Mom With a Blog

japanese garden

Guest post: haiku written by my son…

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mornings grow brighter

grasses and trees green and bloom

time for hikes and bikes

photo credit: Ladd Wielenga

beast of burden

he carries his old

bitterness in bag of bones

hollow steps heavy

alterations needed

An American limerick, for fun, using the word “alter” 😉


y’all know a woman named Flo

whose appetite made her hips grow

her pants tightly fit

we fear they may split

should Flo alter her habits… or clothes?


to be gladiolus

cumulus in fetal position

children laugh in hayloft of barn

fresh flowers for mother’s day

amish quilt block holds bright

memories’ colors

of mid-western

bountiful

garden

home

A nonet for open link night at dVerse poets…

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