Wood block print from MET Japanese collection…
rough and tumble games
prince haru with palace view
does not join his peers
will he be next emperor?
late snow covers plum blossoms
moisture’s dew point
22 May 2018 24 Comments
in quadrille Tags: clouds, hair, humidity, mind, mist, mood, rain, reign, veil
Kim at dVerse Poets hosts “rain” quadrille (44 words) prompt this week…
mist hangs thin veil
covers landscape,
shrouds horizon.
sky heavy with humidity
air’s mood presses in,
mildly claustrophobic;
when clouds cannot rain.
hair hangs thick veil
covers face,
shrouds emotion.
heart heavy with futility
mind’s mood presses in,
wildly claustrophobic;
when tears cannot reign.
seasons strum
21 May 2018 2 Comments
in haiku Tags: cicada, fall, forest, sing, snow
Chevrefeuille’s Heeding Haiku “fusion” challenge at Mindlovemisery’sMenagerie.
from a treetop
emptiness dropped down
in a cicada shell
~
black forest
whatever you may say
a morning of snow
©️Basho (1644-1694), translated by Reichhold
photo by lynn
cicada solo
serenades empty forest
sing before it snows
©️ lynn__
hope wears white
19 May 2018 5 Comments
in haiku series, troiku Tags: bell, butterflies, death, flowers, hope, mothers
CDHK weekend fusion challenge: fuse two haiku, then create troiku…
temple bells die out
the fragrant blossoms remain
a perfect evening
will we meet again
here at your flowering grave –
two white butterflies
© Basho
church bells’ somber ring
fragrance of casket flowers
butterflies wing hope
© lynn
church bell’s somber ring
ask for whom is it tolling?
time waits for no one
fragrance of casket flowers
roses, daisies, carnations
florals dress-up death
butterflies wing hope
loved by two mothers, i know
we will meet again
easter surprises
17 May 2018 3 Comments
in etheree Tags: bouquet, Easter, life, snow, spring, tulips, winter
Etheree poem meets “bouquet and greenery” challenge at Ramblings of a Writer.
oh
festive
easter day
snowy outside
greenery indoors
we expect spring colors
winter white surprises world
garden bulbs hidden underground
bouquet of tulips brightens our feast
celebrate Son who died, then rose to life
photo by lynn
count chocula aboard?
16 May 2018 22 Comments
in haibun, Uncategorized Tags: cereal, cruise, humor, luxury, ship, vacation
My tropical vacation dreams began to snap, crackle, pop when a mysterious caller milked my ear with the news, “You have won a trip on the Kellogg’s Caribbean Cruise line. The reduced price is a special, ‘k, and includes the total luxury cruise experience.” Crazy cocoa puffs! I was gonna enjoy drinks fruity, pebbles between my toes, and sun on my face.
A few weeks later, I was boarding the good ship, Lucky Charm; recently commissioned by Gen. Mills of the Chex navy. At the top of the gangway, we were greeted by our uniformed (uninformed?) Cap’n Crunch wearing a pirate’s hat. Passengers spread out across the deck to wave “Cheerio” to friends on the dock. As we were leaving port, I noticed the life rings looked unnervingly like giant froot loops and the inflatable rafts rather like puffed wheat.
At our first port of call, I felt thirsty so joined the queue at the island cider shack, Apple Jack’s. Back on board, I listened to a live country music band, the Corn Flakes, just for kix. They played their #1 hit, Harvest Crunch, but the lead singer’s voice was too husky for my taste. After a fabulous buffet meal featuring crab alpha, bits of caviar, sushi, and other sole food, we were entertained by a magician doing trix with silly rabbits. I decided to retire to my bunk early.
awakened by noise
fear of cereal killer
on mystery ship
Haibun in response to Lillian’s fantastical noodling poetics at dVerse Poets!
castaway
15 May 2018 9 Comments
in haiku Tags: castaway, daylight, footprints, heart, sand, sea, tide
Carpe Diem “Crossroads” challenge to fuse two haiku into one.
Ozaki Hosai
on the field
where evening has died out,
my footsteps
the heart
that seeks something
I release to the sea
© Ozaki Hosai (revised by Chèvrefeuille)
fading with daylight
washed to sea by searching tide
footprints of the heart
© lynn__
photo by lynn
shades of azul
14 May 2018 Leave a comment
in haiku Tags: Andes, azul, glacier, lake, mountains, Peru, sky
-idea and image from Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
andes glacial melt
rocky rim of turquoise lake
mountains pierce azure
Paron Lake, Peru
tarashikomi style
14 May 2018 Leave a comment
in tanka Tags: art, ink, Japanese, monk, painting, persimmon, screen
Tweetspeak poets at the MET Japanese art exhibit…
gold fold-screen panel
graceful brushstrokes of mottled ink
lone tree jags bare sky
artful monk desires fuyu—
persimmon, red-orange ripe
*note: persimmon’s Latin name means “food of the gods”
by Sakai Hoitsu, 1816
con-fuzzed (sans caffeine)
14 May 2018 2 Comments
in free verse, Uncategorized Tags: bubble, caffeine, fog, indecision, mist
mental mist
fuzzes horizon here
in world’s small bubble
of murky emotions
and fogged forgetfulness
how to know which way to go?
aimless pointing in
indecision’s direction
la futura obscura
let’s go dutch!
11 May 2018 10 Comments
in quote Tags: Dutch, hymns, immigrants, orange, resourceful, thrifty
dVerse challenge to write a poem to “bridge the gap” between two book quotes…
“You American Calvinists have done pretty well at preserving the major and minor melodies of the Genevan Psalter. Psalm 42, 68 and 73 are all in your Psalter Hymnal.” (1)
Need a windmill erected or a canal dug?
leave it to the Dutch who reclaimed their land
from the sea and their church from the Arminians.
The frozen chosen sing hymns loud and proud
yet aren’t opposed to a cold beer after baling hay.
Dutch immigrants left old country and old folks
verwelkomen to America. The old ways hung on:
check planting, milking Holsteins, tulip festivals.
Some people think Dutch Calvinists are stodgy;
it’s plain stubbornness, which serves them well.
They are a resourceful, hard working lot;
thrifty, loyal as orange, clean to a fault and
possessing an earthy sense of humor.
“It was the Dutch who discovered that adding the Common Juniper’s dark blue berries to a strong but tasteless and colorless liquor gave it a unique taste.” note: gin was first called “hollands” (2)
- p. 27, Style & Class by Sietze Buning
- p. 45, North AmericanTrees, Fandex Family Field Guide
(not) just for kicks
10 May 2018 7 Comments
in quadrille Tags: calves, chores, farmers, herd, microbe, muddle
A quadrille muddle at dVerse Poets pub this week…
it’s chores time on our family farm
calves gathered in a huddle
to vaccinate from microbe harm
we chase them, catch ‘n cuddle
sometimes the work goes like a charm
sometimes the herd’s befuddled
calves vs. farmers by the barn
in an unlucky, mucky muddle!
“innocence” – lynn
a poem in my pocket 
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