in doctor’s office

Written while waiting in clinic and admiring photo canvas of Tetons on wall…


majestic mountain

peaks point up to their Maker

tectonic praises

whatever diagnosis

i will reflect your greatness

what’s in a name?

Response to Laura’s prompt at dVerse poets to write name poems in WaltMarie style. I wrote two! Notice the 2-syllable lines make mini poems within poem.


parents name firstborn
daughter
after country music star
given
they were fans of
name, lynn
diane (reverse diane lynn)
which means:
refreshing waterfall or
cool stream

what’s in a name?
baby
baptized as Eliza
Marie
my grandmother’s name
carries
to my grand daughter
her name
into new generation
with love

elemental

Response to a recent prompt by Kim at dVerse to relate oneself to one of Aristotle’s four elements: fire, wind, water, or earth. I expand on the meaning of my name…

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“lynn”…

neutral name

naturally

views both sides

from stone wall

of english glen

greening…

dew droplets

gather

on lavender

bloom of heather…

refreshing stream

bubbles and

smooths stones

along way to

spill over rocky

mountain

ledge into fresh

waterfall

of cooling

laughter…

deep pool below

hidden in

rainbows

of soft mist.

spring’s song

familiar coo… coos

fluttering past my window

turtledoves are back

batik mistique

Robert Kaufman Artisan Batik on Etsy

indigofera tinctoria
grows in exotic rhyme;
soaking leafy euphoria
creates true blue in time

beat limed water, oxidate
into beautiful navy froth;
overnight paste will precipitate
filtered through cotton cloth

add sugary schemes,
ferment in vat for
tie-dyed indigo dreams!


Lillian hosts Monday quadrilles at dVerse Poets on “indigo” theme. I found this website that describes process of making indigo dye.

minor irritation

got dermatitis?
please don’t do anything rash
if you feel an itch
avoid embarrassment of
acting flaky when face turns red!

amazon explorers

dense tropical jungle hangs heavy
above our dugout canoe as we glide
stealthily on midnight blue waters
mottled with red glow of fluorescent
fish feeding along the muddy banks

our guide shines white flashlight
on canopy of trees that reflect neon
green and yellow back at wide eyes
straining to see into velvet black night

we hear coos, chirps, howls, screams
alongside and above us; both in far
distance beyond coffeed trunks, now
too close…beware a jaguar’s pounce!

Forest Path by Emil Nolde, 1909

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Melissa hosts at dVerse poets today. This poem was my first impression of Emil Nolde’s painting. After reading this article about the German expressionist artist also being a Nazi supporter, I wonder if he painted a river/path of blood? This was painted before his joining the “socialist” party but perhaps the violence is within us, waiting to come out…we cannot separate our art from who we truly are.

consider…

one final question

did we love each other well?

dearly departed

give flowers to the living

forgive before forgotten

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zinger!

Looks like
winter iz doing
its zing today…
blowing horizontally
snowing astronomically
squirrel rollz itself in snowball
and zings across the driveway
“to the tree, to the tree!”
(to quote Dr. Zing Suess)
stay inside and read, I say,
eat chocolate with greed today.


De Jackson serves quadrilles and zingers today at dVerse poets

gold rush

Photo by Sarah Lachise on Unsplash

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trickle creek gold dust

fuels greed for mother lode

boom~bust mining town

see sea shells

Photo by Abhijeet Majhi on Unsplash

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by curl of sea, walk curve of sand
wet feet make footprints on dry land
while combing beach for shells we see
to reach, pick up, turn palm of hand
and rinse sand off in waves as we
walk curve of sand, by curl of sea

find abalone, dig clams and snails
put cockleshells in handled pails
spot cowrie, conch or spiraled cone
look up to watch wind fill boat sails
search pools of inter-tidal zone
dig clams and snails, find abalone

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Check out dVerse poets where Laura reintroduces us to the “sparrowlet” form

prognostications

Yes, the calendar says that February 2 is Groundhog’s Day. So what’s that to me? I may be a German groundhog but I am NOT getting up for any festivities, especially for Candlemas. I must finish hibernating and am feeling all tuckered out…now please, just let me sleep!

What in tarnation is all that commotion atop my burrow? Stop ringing that #punxsutawney% bell up there! I thought Gobbler’s Knob was a peaceful neighborhood but it’s gone to the prairie dogs, I say. There’s no shadow of a doubt, I’ve had my phil of winter in these parts already!

winter’s soft shadow

falls upon snowy landscape

seek comfort of hearth


Frank hosts haibuns at dVerse poets in observance of Groundhog’s Day…

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