posting poetic prose
19 Sep 2018 2 Comments
in american sentence, senryu Tags: dark, death, emotions, hope, light, stop, suicide
September is Suicide Prevention month…linking with Ramblings of a Writer for “emotions & healing” prompt.
We never know the black hole into which another soul has fallen…
darkest emotions
troubles press into death wish
Stop! glimpse healing light
In U.S. call: National Suicide Prevention Lifeline – Call 800-273-TALK (8255)
18 Sep 2018 1 Comment
in tan renga Tags: anchor, boat, clouds, dreams, drift, waves
“Tan renga” chained together for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, where Delores wrote a beautiful haiku reminding me of poem by Eugene Fields and park sculpture.
clouds and waves
carry my dreams away
tugging my anchor
© Dolores
drift along in private boat
of winkin’ blinkin’ and nod
© lynn__
photo: C Bakunas Art
17 Sep 2018 4 Comments
in classical haiku, worship Tags: crstal, drown, harvest, heaven, river, sky
harvest gathered in
crystal sky glitters invite
river of heaven
image – pixabay
Linking to Frank J. Tassone site, where “haiku poetry matters.”
16 Sep 2018 2 Comments
in distillation, senryu Tags: chimes, clock, dawn, door, dusk, naps, sit, trees
This is my delight,
thus to wait and watch at the wayside
where shadow chases light
and the rain comes in the wake of the summer.
Messengers, with tidings from unknown skies,
greet me and speed along the road.
My heart is glad within,
and the breath of the passing breeze is sweet.
From dawn till dusk I sit here before my door,
and I know that of a sudden
the happy moment will arrive when I shall see.
In the meanwhile I smile and I sing all alone.
In the meanwhile the air is filling with the perfume of promise.
©️ Rabindranath Tagore
Challenge: Try to create a haiku from this poem by Tagore and than create a Troiku with your “distilled” haiku. Link to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. My attempt follows…
i sit by my door
watching shadows chase the light
from dawn to dusk
i sit by my door
see the people passing by
everyone hurries
watch shadows chase light
sun dapples quivering leaves
of old poplar trees
from dawn to dusk
quiet hours marked by clock chimes
awake between naps
©️ lynn__
16 Sep 2018 Leave a comment
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 15 Comments
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 🙂
14 Sep 2018 2 Comments
in tan renga Tags: butterfly, dust, milkweed, monarch, traffic, truck
Tan renga “chained together” at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai…
between dusty cars
an orange butterfly flits
the traffic rumbles – Kim Russell
truck hauls grain down gravel road
cloud of dust covers milkweed
– lynn
photo by lynn
11 Sep 2018 Leave a comment
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 15 Comments
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 6 Comments
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:
free image – pixabay
07 Sep 2018 6 Comments
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 4 Comments
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”
a poem in my pocket 
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