posting poetic prose
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”.
06 Oct 2019 4 Comments
in senryu Tags: ancient, pillars, rubble, ruins, snow, stone
© 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!
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
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
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”
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.
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!
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
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!
19 Sep 2019 2 Comments
in tanka Tags: butterflies, clerestory, migration, monarchs, pilgrimage, stained-glass
monarch butterflies
floating stained glass windows
reflect light’s glory
delicate creatures on winged
migration to paradise
Getty Images
18 Sep 2019 11 Comments
in free verse
“Tonight, I want you to write a poem of anticipation. Maybe you’re hoping for something wonderful, maybe you’re afraid of retribution, maybe you’re just desperate to get off the bus.” – Sarah hosting at dVerse Poets pub
oh, sweet anticipation
we grandparents-to-be
(again, yes…times ten!)
phone rings, son calling
does he have news? no
he’s coming over and
do i have meal for him?
while he sits at our table
his wife calls him, news?
contractions begun? not
yet, not even warm-ups
grandma must breathe
slowly, deeply, let all
tension exhale, relax
check calendar days
due date comes…goes
18 Sep 2019 4 Comments
desperate pilgrims
risked medieval roads and thieves
hoping to be saved
worst thief was catholic church
selling salvation for gold
Canterbury Tales
Not sure if church commentary is appropriate for a tanka but the true church of Christ should always be re-forming ourselves according to scripture.
a poem in my pocket 
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