follow still small voice
where it quietly leads you
let God speak to heart
you may be an answer to
another person’s prayer
Link to #wispwrit#Writing#Challenge...and dedicated to my friend, Marie 🙂
into the shadows
08 Nov 2019 6 Comments
in free verse, question poem Tags: black, cat, death, ignorance, shadows, truck
searching for any witnesses,
he questioned as if suspect:
“where were you?” he probed
“in my room,” a shocked reply
(nowhere near bloodied body)
at least, victim didn’t feel much,
unexpected and instantaneous.
trucker on road never slowed,
could not see in night’s blackness
didn’t notice impact, drove on.
circles under eyes mark grief
remembered as good mother;
affectionate, gave warm gifts.
she’d lived life until the ninth
when bad luck found black cat.
how often we commit dark deeds;
does ignorance prove innocence?
Linking to dVerse poets. This “mystery” poem fits previous prompt (shades of black) and current prompt (changing perspective). Written in third person about our barn cat found on the road but also thinking of a former acquaintance who was struck by a truck and killed. It’s always sad when animals die but how much more a human being?!
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summer evening
29 Oct 2019 7 Comments
in haiku series, troiku Tags: crawdads, evening, fireflies, grass, minnows, moon, pool, prairie, summer, wind
longing for the grass
at the bottom of the pool
those fireflies.
© Buson
longing for the grass
blades wave under prairie wind
rustle in ditches
at bottom of pool
crawdads and minnows asleep
moon passes over
elusive fireflies
hide in long grasses near pond
flicker on and off
© lynn
Image and troiku challenge celebrating Carpe Diem Haiku Kai’s 7th anniversary!
joy of morning
28 Oct 2019 4 Comments
in haiku Tags: bird, human, joy, morning, whistling
curious fellow
wonders at human whistling
do you have birdseed?
still life spice
27 Oct 2019 4 Comments
in classical haiku Tags: apple, cinnamon, leaves, rain, spice
fall smell of wet leaves
~ cinnamon apple slices ~
refreshed after rain
Link to Carpe Diem‘s weekend challenge to write to still life image above.
do you know?
22 Oct 2019 31 Comments
in quote, Uncategorized, worship Tags: apples, autumn, cornstalks, leaves, pumpkins, squirrel, tumbleweeds, wind
do you know what the earth meditates upon in autumn?
when north wind breathes fresh worship
over cornfield of heavy stalks bowed down
as ripe apples bless orchard with abundance
and tumbleweeds dance across rural road?
when crispy leaves gather in harvest pile
over rich soil fully yielded to waning sun
as pumpkins swell with orange-ribbed grace
and squirrel chatters praise for scattered nuts?
do you know what the earth meditates upon in autumn?
The beginning (and ending) question is from Pablo Neruda’s El Libro de las Preguntas.
found on auction
18 Oct 2019 Leave a comment
in haiku Tags: auction, moonlit, plum, porcelain, tresure, vase
squirrel-ly
17 Oct 2019 4 Comments
in haiku Tags: acorns, engine, fall, mechanics, rodent, squirrels
miniature intricacies
15 Oct 2019 Leave a comment
in haiku, senryu, Uncategorized Tags: bees, cicada, fears, monster, worker
specimen in jar
face to face with monster fears
cicada sheds skin
bee helpful, bee kind
bee industrious worker
pollinate goodness
– photos & haiku by lynn; linked to CDHK‘s “little creature” prompt
hunter moon
15 Oct 2019 Leave a comment
in haiku, senryu Tags: hunter, light, moon, sleep
october hunter
moon is hunting, haunting my
feigned sleep — bright night light!
blood run haibun
15 Oct 2019 14 Comments
in haibun Tags: archaeological dig, Blood Run, catlinite, indigenous, mounds, Oneota
Link to dVerse Poets where Frank J. Tassone hosts a celebration of “indigenous”.
An archaeological dig in agricultural fields reveals ancient city of indigenous peoples: the Ioway, Omaha, Winnebago, Arikara, and Lakota. They settled at the confluence of Blood Run Creek and Big Sioux River, present-day boundary between Iowa and South Dakota.
Mysterious mounds push up; boulder rings outline lodge sites. Horse bones, iron tools, even marine shell wampum have been discovered here. Natives fashioned available catlinite into pipes and clay into pottery. They dug pits for storing grain and other pits for garbage.
This trading center flourished as an economic hub for the region. The Oneota culture left its mark on the land, most notably as a serpent-shaped effigy mound which was unfortunately lost by modern tillage before the area was recognized as an historic site.
indigenous tribes
leave indelible trail on
history’s pages
view of Good Earth State Park, SD
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frost poetry season
11 Oct 2019 2 Comments
in magnetic Tags: fall, frost, grass, leaves, seed, vine
The season’s first frost woke me early so playing magnetic poetry online …
a poem in my pocket 
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