04 Sep 2018
by lynn__
in distillation, haiku, tanka
Tags: journey, soul, tears, universe
Gitanjali, Song Offerings sounds amazing but can you bring it back to its essential meaning and create a haiku with it? That’s the goal for Carpe Diem’s weekend distillation…
The time that my journey takes is long and the way of it long.
I came out on the chariot of the first gleam of light,
and pursued my voyage through the wildernesses of worlds
leaving my track on many a star and planet.
It is the most distant course that comes nearest to thyself,
and that training is the most intricate which leads to the utter simplicity of a tune.
The traveller has to knock at every alien door to come to his own,
and one has to wander through all the outer worlds to reach
the innermost shrine at the end.
My eyes strayed far and wide before
I shut them and said `Here art thou!’
The question and the cry `Oh, where?’ melt into tears of a thousand streams
and deluge the world with the flood of the assurance `I am!’
© Rabindranath Tagore (taken from “Gitanjali”)
my distillation haiku:
inner universe
who comprehends one’s own soul?
recognition’s tears
and i add 2 lines for tanka:
find identity in God
Creator, greater “I AM”
31 Aug 2018
by lynn__
in haibun
Tags: breath, death, emotion, grave, mercy, morning, peace
Dear God, why does everyone have to die? One by one, we leave this world cold and those left standing feel abandoned, depressed, hurt, and angry. We know that you understand deep emotion. After all, you lost your only Son…and that son wept at the grave of his friend. We believe you mourn with us. Yes, our final enemy wields a cruel stinger but you took the sting out of death for Uncle Raymond (“Rip”). You called him quietly in his sleep; he passed unexpectedly, without suffering. Thank you, Father, for your mercy, even in his final breath. We grieve but he rejoices, celebrating in your presence today; reunited with his wife, son, and sisters. He fell asleep in mysterious darkness and woke to a glorious morning!
breath of life recalled
death comes as thief in the night
sun will rise again

Raymond (right) died in early morning of brother Willis’ 90th birthday (8-18-18)
31 Aug 2018
by lynn__
in quadrille
Tags: bales, calves, dirt, earth, land, soil, weather
salt of the earth
faithful steward of the soil
guardian of God’s garden
patiently waits for harvest
impatiently wrestles with weather
muscular and tanned from
carrying wet calves
throwing dry bales
created from dust with
dirt under his fingernails
…to dust someday must return
A quadrille of 44 words on the theme of “earth”.
30 Aug 2018
by lynn__
in tanka, Uncategorized
Ramblings of a Writer of a Writer poetry prompt using: climate/energy
sleep deprivation
changes climate of the mind
struggle to focus
crave sugar or caffeine boost
body lags for energy
22 Aug 2018
by lynn__
in etheree
Tags: creek, farmers, flood, groundwater, rain, summer, thirst, wet
Elsie at Ramblings of a Writer challenges us to write a poem using “water” and “thirst”. Mine is an “etheree” with ten lines, each of increasing syllables.
wet
when it
rains it pours
saturation,
precipitation,
weather aberration
water cannot drain away
groundwater rises, creek beds flood
farmers, crops and lawns thirst for sunshine
iowa’s summer uncommonly wet!
20 Aug 2018
by lynn__
in haibun
Tags: crickets, gloss black, instrumentalists, orchestra, symphony
(black field cricket image from agpest.co.nz)

Cricket orchestras play in late summer. Instrumentalists hide in road ditch grass, crawl along out buildings, sneak into farmhouse basements. Symmetrically speaking, you could fold paper cricket crisply, like a program, from antennae to tail spikes. Don’t be surprised when common cricket dresses up in gloss black for the evening concert. The koorogi orchestra tunes as more players join in. Buzzing music crescendoes into a grand symphonic sound.
chirrups with his wings
hope hops ~stridulates~ for mate
listens with her legs
Listening to the music at dVerse poets pub with Victoria tending the bar.
16 Aug 2018
by lynn__
in mirror poem
Tags: chest, hands, heart, honey, love, mirror, nest
honey, do you love me?
why don’t you say it louder
with your warm, strong hands
holding me closer until i melt
into your steady, beating chest
where i find the safest nest
within your steady heart best
so hold me closer until i melt
into your strong, warm hands
why not say it louder–
honey, you do love me!
A mirror poem for Frank’s reverse poetry prompt at dVerse Poets
16 Aug 2018
by lynn__
in tan renga
Tags: flowers, garden, gate, morning glory, spider, web
a swinging gate
on both sides the flowers
open – close (C) Jane Reichhold
welcome morning glory vine
garden spider’s dewy web (C) lynn__
A “tan renga” is haiku written by one poet and 2-line response by another poet.
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