posting poetic prose
19 Sep 2025 16 Comments
in free verse, imagism Tags: blue, cold, glacier, hate, ice, iceberg, ocean, ship, water
polar bears ride floes
on aquamarine surface
under faded denim sky;
neon sun glows coolly
over subarctic ocean’s
darkest cobalt depths.
(feel sharp inhale of chill
air from looming glacier)
cerulean calm of water
belies danger below…
an iceberg submerged
could sink big ship like
cold hearts steeled in
cyan crevasses of hate.
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Meeting the bar at dVerse poets pub, Laura hosts an imagist’s colour motif. NPS Photo of Pedersen Glacier, Alaska, taken by Jim Pfeiffenberger.
17 Sep 2025 11 Comments
in ekphrastic Tags: art, boat, impressionism, light, monet, reflection, river
An ekphrastic poem for dVerse poets pub where Merril features Monet’s “The Studio Boat” (1876) on display at Barnes Museum in Philadelphia.
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i get the impression…
claude is quite familiar
with rivers, at home in
boats; mesmerized by
lily pads, bridges, and
play of light on water.
monet’s a mirror master
who had ripple effect on
the currents of art history
but who knows if he’d prefer
painting plein aire to fishing?
if we’d float in a houseboat
together, wonder how long
i’d reflect your expression?
motionless yet emotionally
framed as impressionistic.
10 Sep 2025 15 Comments
in quadrille Tags: green, lake, mountains, deep, much, jade
For dVerse poets pub where De hosts quadrilles with “much” finesse…
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doubt anyone could get
too much of muncho lake
in beautiful british columbia
although one could say its
sheen shines much too green;
deep water minerals display
way too cool shade of jade
stretching twelve kilometers
along alaskan highway, lake
mirrors mountain forest serenity
10 Sep 2025 8 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: attic, dead, memories, mouse, pettiness, pillow, pride, soul
Melissa challenges dVerse poets to write to a quote from one of Leo Tostoy’s books…
ancient dust thickly lies…
obscures discarded objects
personal mysteries unsolved
hidden in dark attic of soul
what is this discovery?!
favorite forgotten pillow
stuffing needs fluffing…
still choke on puffed pride
look in that corner box
something small, hidden
away…yuck! dead mouse
of musty, moldy pettiness
keep cherished photographs
of loved ones’ kindness but
let dirty dogged memories
lie sleeping and undisturbed
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(alternative title: pride & pettiness, but that’s another author)
08 Sep 2025 9 Comments
in tanka Tags: dance, full moon, orcas, shadow, silver, whisper
full moon calls softly,
“come outside on deck tonight,
shadow dance with me…”
who can resist her silver?
moonstruck orcas leap with glee!
07 Sep 2025 3 Comments
in free verse Tags: brew, cappuccino, chai, coffee shop, frothy, latte, tea
even though i am a tea drinker
(hot chai latte with almond milk)
i steep in the coffee shop buzz
find cozy caffeinated corner
(to watch the stir of people)
put on thinking cappuccino
plug into online prompts, sip
(from ceramic cup with saucer)
inner warmth, let ideas percolate
to brew words, steamed and frothy
(experiment with flavored forms)
to write poetry is shot of espresso
if readers comment on my blog?
(poem drinkers who take the time)
kind appreciation means a latte!
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Inspired by L.L. Barkat’s “coffee shop” poetry post at Tweetspeak…
05 Sep 2025 14 Comments
in cinquain Tags: corn, gourds, grandchildren, harvest, pumpkins
corn maze…
enter with map
follow lost grandchildren
emerge later to pick bumpy
pumpkins;
orange…
ordinary
white orbs are popular
even keen on green gourds with stripes
and warts!
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Bjorn asks us to revisit cinquain form at dVerse…here’s my double!
29 Aug 2025 9 Comments
in lament
( note: this post written 8-29-25, edited 9-12-25)
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Dear God!
Our culture is dying, at war with ourselves:
sexually confused, mentally ill, morally bankrupt.
We distract ourselves with screens,
numbed by mindless scrolling
as families disintegrate, babies are unwanted,
school children shot, teens die by suicide,
immigrants are assaulted, and
truth-speakers assassinated.
We no longer recognize our real enemy but
the serpent has many heads; inflicting multi-
faceted poison of evil as addictions enslave us.
How far will we go to break with reality? to
celebrate violence? to deny the Truth?
Who will save us if God has left the
premises because we escorted Him out?
O LORD, have mercy!
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“If my people who are called by my name humble themselves, and pray and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and heal their land.”
(2 Chronicles 7:14)
27 Aug 2025 9 Comments
in quadrille
my
little
brother
was three
when he
memorized
maurice’s
book about
wild things who
enjoyed a good
rumpus; now i read
to grandkids who
join with:
hoots and howls
grunts and growls
caws and claws
adding pent-up
sound effects
to rollicking
rampage of
pages
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A quadrille to join in the rumpus hosted by Kim at dVerse poets this week with credit to Maurice Sendak, author of children’s book, Where the Wild Things Are.
14 Aug 2025 21 Comments
in free verse Tags: alaska, bears, campfires, caribou, moose, mountains, praise
at the end of
alaskan highway
adventure, let’s
pause to praise
for glacial space
(old ice age pace);
for forest fauna where
moose are loose and
bears won’t care if
tourists “shoot” a few
(from window view);
for fast electric bikes
or slow mountain hikes,
for diamond star-gazing
and morning bed-lazing,
campfires, cabins, cruises;
hole-in-the-wall good eatings,
who-are-you caribou meetings,
and mushy-sled-dog greetings;
bodacious beauty of peaks, parks,
pansies, native peoples, and
passing nature’s peace
(from nature’s God!)
world without end…
amen, amen
. . .
photo by lynn
For more poetry and photos of our trip, read my previous posts, alaska or bust, parts 1 & 2.
09 Aug 2025 2 Comments
real presence of God
joy of knowing Jesus’ love
new life in Spirit
04 Aug 2025 17 Comments
in haibun Tags: gold, lake, moon, rain, shiny, silver
Our Alaskan adventure takes us into the heart of gold fever country from the Klondike in Yukon territory to Cripple Creek, the richest little creek in Alaska. We learn about the steep ice stairs of Chilkoot Pass where miners hauled up loads of grubsteak (each man with a year’s worth of food). Only a few struck it rich while most were flat broke within a year or two.
We tour Fairbank’s Gold Dredge #8 and pan for gold. Between the two of us, we share sweet $16 worth of gold flecks (and spend it on a $24 souvenir charm/magnet to display the flakes). Nothing new under the sun! They can keep their gold nuggets while I bask in the allure of silver…
silver rain puddles
flow in rivulets, cascade
to moon-mirror lake
Linking to dVerse where Frank Tassone hosts haibuns 🙂
a poem in my pocket 
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