Job answered, ” No doubt you are the people, and wisdom will die with you.”
(Job 12: 1 & 2)
waiting for epiphany
01 Jan 2020 16 Comments
in haibun Tags: calendar, canoe, desk, farm house, snow, trees, twenty-twenty, white-out
at home in our white-sided farm house, i’m poised to write as i sit by my small white-laminate study desk in our quiet, white-walled guest room. bare square of first day of new year on the white-paged calendar stares back at me. i look out white-framed window before me into our white-drifted snowy grove, hoping for inspiration but mind feels blank, like tv screen white-out.
over past year, i’ve often gazed out this same window, inspired by natural scene of trees with white-sunlit leaves waving in breezes. i’ve watched white-puffed daydream clouds sail summer skies while squirrels played in the grass, rising on haunches to show white-furred bellies.
why would someone park canoe trailer with white-topped carrier full of life vests right in center of my woodsy window view? old skeletal metal rack with two aluminum white-stickered canoes mounted upside down and tied with bungee straps distracts my vision. without the sun, everything feels cold on this white-iced winter day.
it’s twenty-twenty
year clear for perfect vision
life needs fresh outlook
I wrote this on Jan. 1 and it seems to fit with Bjorn’s “beginning(again)” haibun challenge at dVerse poets pub.
a time to shine
23 Dec 2019 8 Comments
As angels illuminated this holy night,
we light a wreath of candles flickering bright.
Winter moon in velvet sky sheds softer glow
and white lights twinkle on pine branches in snow
Carolers, who sing under lamp post’s glare,
will gather near fire’s hearth with stories to share.
Joyful tears in sinners’ eyes shine when we hear
that peace with God is possible, conscience clear
Each window reflects a star pointing the way,
let us celebrate the Light of the World today!
(I’ve updated this poem to recite for our church service of Lessons & Carols)
tasteful gift
19 Dec 2019 16 Comments
in rhyming verse Tags: daffy, fair, gift, summmer, surprise, taffy
what’s in this package? why do you ask me?
i can’t give it away ’til you open and see!
it’s something you’ll like, a favorite sweet
the taste of summer in this fair-time treat
so push, pull or twist it until you are daffy
jaw-open surprise…chewy salt-water _ _ _ _ _!
A riddle rhyme in the Swedish gift-giving tradition for Bjorn’s prompt at dVerse!
urbane
16 Dec 2019 13 Comments
in quadrille Tags: alley, cats, garbage, glow, hustlers, neon, snow
hey man, whatsup?
’tis the season to glow
hustlers glitter under streetlight
like shards of broken window
neon sign blinks cheap hotel
alley cats’ eyes flicker between
garbage dumpsters in row
yowling fight over dead fish
it’s Christmas eve, yeah
sell me some snow!
Linking with dVerse poets where Lillian hosts a “glowing” quadrille…
dark dreams
10 Dec 2019 13 Comments
in american sentence Tags: echoes, fears, nightmares
American sentence for Merril’s “echo” prompt at dVerse poets pub…
Nightmares repeat as echoes (echoes) of our
repressed fears (fears) reverberating.
photo by Arthur Tress
shwooshing
07 Dec 2019 4 Comments
in tanka Tags: cold, fire, moon, skiers, snow, wasssail
Joining in Frank Tassone‘s “Cold Moon” challenge…
cross country skiers
under december’s cold moon
track on virgin snow
night’s romantic trek ends with
hot wassail by yule log fire
image: the daring gourmet
the baptist
05 Dec 2019 6 Comments
by wind and camel’s hair caressed
a loud voice cries in wilderness
to homeless hearts
what did you come out to see?
crowded with expectancy
in restless desert
wonder how honey-dipped locusts taste?
wonder how to survive in this place?
ask shameless questions
watch and wait on wet line in sand
listen to ranting of wild man
young fearless prophet
the word calls hearers to repent
prepare the way by spirit sent
for helpless sinners
stand on brink of riverbank steep
wade out to where the water’s deep
hold breathless moment
messiah is here! raise your eyes
in holy sandals (yet untied)
steps our boundless hope
Linking to Laura Bloombury’s poetics on “less is more” at dVerse poets pub…
suspended in time
04 Dec 2019 Leave a comment
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai’s tan renga challenge to add 2 lines to this classic haiku…
old pond
a frog jumps in
sound of water
© Basho (Tr. Chèvrefeuille)
hear ker-ploosh of Basho’s frog
… haiku kai ripples outward
© lynn__
a mother’s love
26 Nov 2019 9 Comments
A memorial haibun on theme of gratitude for dVerse poets pub…
I keep precious photos and letters. They were in love. Mommy, a happy socialite, married handsome Navy pilot. Small town girl found fun living in big city. We shared a Valentine birthday. She doted on me, her firstborn. Our bond was tight but unraveled when asthma flared with another pregnancy and took her life’s breath. I wore her lace wedding dress and ring.
I hold dear memories and momentos. We needed love. Mom, a quiet beauty, married indebted widower. Farm girl (from same small town) found work in big city. We shared Daddy’s heart. She accepted me as her first child. Nightmares and tantrums threatened to unravel us but she patiently parented until we grew into love’s tight bond. She gave me the best brother and education.
My heart swells with gratitude for each mother’s unique and vital influence on my life. I carry both of them in my heart and thank God for graciously gifting me (twice) with a mother’s love!
lone tree uprooted
memories of former days
wood warms us by fire
warbler’s laugh
25 Nov 2019 Leave a comment
in tanka Tags: party, spring, tea, veranda, warbler
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai‘s weekend tanka challenge…
A spring warbler casts
A dropping on the rice cakes —
The veranda edge. © Basho
you little party pooper
ruined our afternoon tea! © lynn__
bush warbler
a poem in my pocket 
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