16 Sep 2018
by lynn__
in acrostic, senryu
Tags: breakfast, chickens, eggs, Mozambique, omelets, potatoes

People wake…hungry
Rumbling tummies of children
Ovens to bake bread
V
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Domestic chickens…
Eggs whipped for morning omelet
Side of potatoes
In this acrostic senryu, notice vertical word, PROVIDES, and connecting word, OVID (egg). http://www.centerfreshgroup.com/responsibility/international-partners/
14 Sep 2018
by lynn__
in sestet
Tags: alphabet, Elmo, homeschooling, kids, parents, teach
Kids deserve the freedom to
Learn from real life’s teachable
Moments which are often caught
Not taught in typical schools but
Observed in (extra)ordinary daily
Pursuits at home with their parents.
I remember one of my sons sincerely reciting: “A,B,C,D,E,F,G…H,I,J,K, Elmo pee” ! Linking this sestet to dVerse where Lillian holds class 🙂
11 Sep 2018
by lynn__
in tan renga
Tags: cannon, civil war, dead, field, house, pear tree
Tan renga is written by two poets, haiku and response; see Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
haze from cannon fire
confederate and union
bury dead in field © lynn__
pear tree in full bloom on a battlefield
collapsed house becomes beautiful again
© Shiki (quote re-worked by Chèvrefeuille)

image – pixabay
11 Sep 2018
by lynn__
in quadrille
Tags: court, Jesus, judge, law, supreme
De hosts “quick” quadrille at dVerse and I remembered the line from Apostles’ Creed. “Quick” may be archaic for “living” (which we use now) but still fits.
“He will come to judge the quick and the dead.”
who appoints us
to be another’s judge?
who designates our
high court as supreme?
who dares to live
as law unto himself?
Someday each one will tremble
on holy ground in Judge Jesus’ presence.
09 Sep 2018
by lynn__
in tan renga
Tags: apple, autumn, crow, orchard, squirrel, winter
Haiku in original French:
Une pomme, seul
dans le verger abandonné
rougissent pour l’hiver
Ⓒ Patrick Blanche
Here is the translation by Michael R. Burch:
One apple, alone
in the abandoned orchard
reddens for winter
Ⓒ Patrick Blanche (Tr. Michael R. Burch)
Add two lines to complete tan renga:
autumn rains gently rustle
crow and squirrel wait…patient
Ⓒ lynn__

free image – pixabay
07 Sep 2018
by lynn__
in quadrille
Tags: castle, eagle, estate, nest, queen, stone
“Aye, glen eyrie…
valley of eagles’s nest,”
spoken by scottish landscaper
adopted by american railroad tycoon
as name for estate & manor
dream designed for cherished “queen”
nestled within rocky mountains
stone garden of the gods
she suffered heart attack
never lived in her castle

photo by lynn
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
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