posting poetic prose
26 Oct 2018 12 Comments
in rhyming verse, triolet Tags: cow, dew, fog, leaves, mist, pumpkins, scarlet
A triolet is a French form of 8 lines with ABaAabAB repetition…for dVerse MTB
wet scarlet leaves carpet cold ground
embraced with dew and kissed by mist
hidden in fog, pumpkins lie ’round
wet scarlet leaves carpet cold ground
ghost cows graze cornfield, make no sound
where earth meets sky in phantom tryst
wet scarlet leaves carpet cold ground
embraced with dew and kissed by mist
25 Oct 2018 9 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: farms, gravel, machinery, neighbors, rural, seasons, tractor
Late to join the “journey” prompt at dVerse this week…thanks to our host, Sarah!
living rural still
requires frequent
road trips to town…
for needed groceries,
machinery parts,
or church events.
carefully back out of
narrow garage door
and swing out in arc
avoiding any randomly
parked ATVs, pickup or
farm machinery on yard
past garden and cattle
white-fenced driveway
turn on gravel road until
first crossroad where
choice is made: which
route to which town?
on a blacktop, pass
farms and acreages
of neighbors we know
signs of seasons and
progression of crops
odors of hog barns
past research farms
or busy cheese factory
slow down for yellow
school bus, red tractor
on road, wait at corner
for chromed semi-trucks
24 Oct 2018 9 Comments
in rhyming verse, Uncategorized
when cows are mooing, hungry for hay
early me, early me, early the day
when love comes calling, sweetly we lay
early me, early me, early the day
when Spirit is whispering urge to pray
early me, early me, early the day
when open road beckons to journey away
early me, early me, early the day!
23 Oct 2018 1 Comment
awake before sun
constellations blinking bright
cows’ hungry eyes shine
19 Oct 2018 5 Comments
in senryu, tanka Tags: cobwebs, dusty, gears, machinery, mind
sometimes my mind’s stuck–
dusty old machinery
squeaks thru cobwebbed paths
thankful, though gears of mind are
well-used, still serviceable
photo by lynn
15 Oct 2018 1 Comment
in haiku, haiku series, troiku Tags: brook, jasmine, love, memories, trout, vines
Challenge at CDHK to create an original “fusion” haiku from two classics and then use each line to write a “troiku” series of three more haiku. Here’s my attempt…
crystal brook
reflects the willow trees
birds sing their song
sweet perfume
memories of a loved one
Jasmine blossom
© Yozakura
brook’s crystal waters
reflect sweet jasmine blossoms
scented memories
© lynn
brook’s crystal waters
brace trout swimming upstream
bait hook with fly lure
sweet jasmine blossoms
speak white-petaled wisdom’s way
nurture tender vines
scented memories
of father and mother’s love
listen to bird song
14 Oct 2018 2 Comments
in question poem, tanka Tags: creek, floodwaters, rains, snow melt, toads, water
creek overflows banks
floodwaters rise with fall rains
toads tired of swimming
what is softer than snow melt?
what is stronger than water?
Quote and inspiration from Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.
13 Oct 2018 7 Comments
in rhyming verse, rubaiyat Tags: cornstalks, farmers, harvest, soybeans, weather, wet
stuck weather pattern only brings more rain
while farmers ripe to harvest feel the strain
soybeans swell fat, cornstalks rot wet
without a crop, families grow debt
we hope and pray for sun to shine again!
(oh no, could that be snow?!)
Linking to dVerse poets’ pub where Frank is toasting iambic pentameter…
10 Oct 2018 11 Comments
in haiga, haiku Tags: darkness, green, hope, leafy, life, light
08 Oct 2018 18 Comments
in rhyming verse Tags: boots, cows, farm, manure, rural
De at dVerse asked for this when she suggested a quadrille about “yuck”!
you may not be a fan-ure
because it stinks like sin
but maybe it’s called “man-ure”
‘cause men keep falling in!
if you come visit our farm
be sure to bring your boots
remember here in cow town
“bull sh__” has rural roots!
word of the day
07 Oct 2018 4 Comments
in tan renga Tags: begonia, flowers, fullness, summer, watermelon
Tan renga with Basho weekend meditation at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai…
begonia flowers
blooming in the colors
of a watermelon
deep red, variegated green
savor late summer’s fullness
04 Oct 2018 18 Comments
in sonnet Tags: bed, daughter, doll, evil, mannequins
A sinister sonnet…not my usual genre but we all have a dark side.
last night i lay upon inn’s guest room bed
where host’s mute daughter slept long years ago
alas, young girl was found mysteriously dead
in bloodied sheets which stains too well i’d know
her childhood room preserved in musty pink
suspicious dolls stare down from shelf by crib
false alibis reveal dark murderous link
they point toy dagger tip against my rib
“what evil lurks?” i scream in pulsing fear
but mannequins no mercy feel for flesh
not even ragged ann would shed a tear
berserk and vicious furies of knife flash
in morning, landlord spies fresh doll on shelf
that plastic face, i’d recognize… myself!
a poem in my pocket 
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