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
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 …
dear guest
08 Oct 2019 12 Comments
in quadrille Tags: chat, guest, porch, setter, sunset, tea
don’t be upset by
my russet setter
on the side porch;
step over him and
please, have a seat
on my satin settee
here we’ll have tea,
chat, recite verset till
supper; then play
games after sunset
until we settle into
long moonset night.
Joining dVerse poets writing quadrilles (44 words) using the word “set”.
ruins
06 Oct 2019 4 Comments
in senryu Tags: ancient, pillars, rubble, ruins, snow, stone
ancient stone pillars
“how impressive!” people say
snow covers rubble
© lynn__
inspired by this classic haiku:
“An ancient road,” they say
How charming
Though beneath this snow.
© Yosa Buson
Joining Carpe Diem Haiku Kai‘s 7th anniversary celebration!
dragonfly
06 Oct 2019 2 Comments
drones hover and hum
flit above late summer crops
predator pilots
observe stealth landing
“what is it, grandma?” child asks
investigation
photo by lynn
autumn’s ambassador
30 Sep 2019 13 Comments
in haibun, Uncategorized Tags: autumn, farm, grove, hope, insects, lawnmower, monarch
It’s haibun Monday at dVerse Poets where we’re writing about insects!
I bounce along, riding the lawnmower around our farm site. It’s windy and warm today…excellent weather for drying the crops for the imminent harvest. We’re glad for the silage we’ve already chopped for our livestock. Cows galumph toward the fence when I stop to toss the fallen apples I gathered for them.
While mowing in our grove, I am discouraged to note many trees show signs of stress. Both ash and spruce host invasive insects that bore into exposed spaces in their bark. An epidemic infestation across the nation appears to have arrived here. Time will tell if it’s lethal for these trees we planted many years ago and nurtured to a protective and glorious expanse.
While fretting about insects destroying our grove, I’m surprised by a singular monarch butterfly that flits ahead of me, leading the way. It flutters into my vision as I pass by again and again. Like a shimmer of hope, it gently clings to a leafy branch. Stunning creature with delicate legs and designer wings sent to lighten my mind in a moment of serendipity.
monarch messenger
flashes autumn’s joyful hues
arresting beauty
quiet time
30 Sep 2019 1 Comment
in tanka Tags: conversation, devotion, God, prayer, quiet, spirit, Word
morning tea with God
prayerful conversation
listen to the Word
vital act of devotion
Spirit speaks into my life
Linking to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai‘s final post for month of pilgrimage…”an act of devotion”
waiting on gardener
27 Sep 2019 16 Comments
my life is a ripe pumpkin
connected to the earth
growing green from the
hard work of soil where
i put down roots to vine
out from the tender shoot
of youth into fruitful years,
orange and mellow with
graced blessings, full;
yet, intermingled with the
photo by lynn
seeds of good intentions
hidden inside me, ooze
slimy memories strung
with sticky emotions; sin.
i desire to be cleaned up,
hollowed out of my muck
and filled with radiant light;
though the carving might
be painful, i will wear a
genuine smile on my face,
aglow with true wisdom.
Linking to Bjorn’s metaphor challenge at dVerse Poets’ pub: “Meeting the Bar”. My poem’s theme inspired by children’s book: The Pumpkin Patch Parable by Liz Curtis Higgs.
kafka for kids?
26 Sep 2019 6 Comments
in rhyming verse, Uncategorized Tags: bullies, bureaucracy, education, humpty dumpty, identity, kids
“I do not see the world at all; I invent it.” from The Diaries of Franz Kafka, 1910-1923. Link to dVerse poetics hosted by Amaya this week.
Beware the yellow school bus
with cheery windows bright
it threatens to take all of us
and re-educate us right!
Leave your mama & your papa
watch your family disappear
bureaucracy will dictate how
we spend each school year
Bullies learn from Darwin
it’s survival of the fittest
teachers hear from Kinsey
pedophiles are hippest
Identity is how you feel
(forget biology)
kick God out, he isn’t real
(fascist philosophy)
Unicorns and mermaids
rewrite history after all
fluff mis-education may
result in Humpty’s fall
Everyone’s a victim
disenchantment is the rule
let’s politicize the system
then send adults to school!
seasonal palette
22 Sep 2019 5 Comments
in classical haiku Tags: artist, autumn, leaves, scarlet, sumac
Carpe Diem is on a quest for a masterpiece haiku at the start of autumn…
master Artist paints
tips of sumac scarlet red;
hints of autumn change
freeimages.com
celebrate a life
20 Sep 2019 2 Comments
in free verse Tags: brother, dad, hospice, mom, remember, twin towers
he lost second wife
and i, two mothers;
bonded by love’s genes,
shared grief, shed tears.
dad called me to say,
“our twin towers have
fallen;” nine tremulous
months after 9-1-01.
first night in hospice,
last on earth, she reached
up to hug my brother’s
strong neck…her only son.
i’ve dreamed of mom
standing in the kitchen
smiling; she said to me,
“you’re going to be okay.”
dear mom, we bless,
honor and remember
you again today on your
(missed) 83rd birthday.
we revisit our sorrow
even as you celebrate
joyful life in his presence,
who claimed you as his own!
a poem in my pocket 
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