posting poetic prose
03 Apr 2018 17 Comments
in tanaga Tags: ephemeral, holy, sacred, veil
Linking to dVerse Poets pub where Amaya hosts tonight…
here can be a holy place
anywhere a sacred space
only need to be aware
heaven isn’t way up there
thinner threads within the veil
may allow a visage through
listen quiet to the pale
heart and hope again renew
gathered for a funeral or
as mist the woodland fills
in a mood ephemeral
when attentiveness distills
subtle warmth of offered tea
or soft-scented flower bud
sound of bird in linden tree
opens inner space to God
03 Apr 2018 2 Comments
in shadorma Tags: death, double, hate, lovers, shadow, suicide
A shadorma is a 6 line poem with 3-5-3-3-7-5 syllable counts.
in shadow
motivation comes
suicide
double death
why two lovers hate themselves?
asphyxiation
Many years ago, a teenage co-worker, Barry, and his girlfriend died together in his car running inside a garage. I still sadly wonder…why? Tonight, we discuss suicide at NAMI support group.
02 Apr 2018 11 Comments
in haibun Tags: faith, humanity, proud, selfish, violent
As I grow older, my faith in humanity slowly shrivels. Man’s heart is selfish, proud, and violent. It’s been that way since the beginning but we all want to believe differently. We so desperately want to think better of ourselves and our loved ones but we too can go “there” (whatever evil direction “there” may be). I’ve been hurt most often and most deeply by the one I thought loved me most (or, at least, that I loved most). And I have hurt those I claim to love. Our love and compassion are so limited but our capacity for anger and hatred so large. Man feeds on violence: Rome had its gladiator entertainment, there has been war and genocide throughout human history, our “civilized” society kills the innocent in the womb and produces individuals that go on shooting rampages. I’m sure a hundred years from now, if mankind survives itself, people will look back and consider us “barbaric”.
blood red tulip buds
bulbs split, leaf swords thrust upward
blossoms burst open
Mish asks us to write about “faith” in broad sense for haibun Monday at dVerse Poets.
01 Apr 2018 Leave a comment
in free verse Tags: alive, angel, dead, laughter, lightning, resurrection
hellish laughter
disciples inconsolable
women go to weep
earth trembles
lightning strikes
angel descends
dead man alive
live guards dead
officially signed
sealed and delivered
heaven has last laugh!
31 Mar 2018 16 Comments
in tanaga Tags: dove, fruit, love, plant, poet, tree
time to plant a poet-tree
gently dig a loamy hole
water roots creatively
fertilize with wit and soul
nurtured by attentive love
sapling poet-tree will grow
spread out branches, shelter dove
harvest of ripe fruits bestow
The tanaga form is part of an oral tradition going back to the early 16th century (eg. Twinkle, twinkle little star). It comes in stanzas of four lines with seven syllables per line. It often rhymes, even rhyming each line of a stanza on the same rhyme sound, but it can have variable rhyme patterns. It can also have more than one stanza. Frank hosts tanaga prompt at dVerse Poets.
29 Mar 2018 11 Comments
in haiku series, senryu Tags: blood, body, cross, Jesus, passover, sacrifice
Linking to Frank Tassone’s haiku challenge…
maundy thursday meal
passover lamb serves supper
taste body and blood
good friday trial
soldiers nail God to wood beams
love’s great sacrifice
silent saturday
women weep while Jesus sleeps
he will rise again!
1510 fragment – Matthias Grunewald, Netherlands
INRI stems from the Latin phrase ‘Iesus Nazarenus Rex Iudaeorum‘ meaning ‘Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews’. This was the notice Pontius Pilate nailed to the cross.
29 Mar 2018 2 Comments
in haiku Tags: fusion, iris, silk, starlight, water
Chèvre at CDHK challenges us to create a haiku through “fusion” of the following:
rabbit-ear iris
how much it looks like
its image in water
© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)
And…
a silk tree
even through the leaves weary
of starlight
© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)
My “fusion: of the two:
rabbit-ear iris
bends weary leaves toward water
silk reflects starlight
© lynn__
29 Mar 2018 4 Comments
in shadorma Tags: chocolate, food, temptation
temptation
when food becomes god
resisting
relapsing
(giving up chocolate for lent?)
disordered eating
A shadorma poem (Spanish form) of 6 lines with 3-5-3-3-7-5 syllable count.
28 Mar 2018 16 Comments
in free verse, story Tags: bike, boats, clouds, cottage, garden, petunias, pier
it’s a sunny-side up
Pixabay image
happy-spatula kind of day
outgoing fish boats bob:
“goodbye, dear old pier”
children find glinty pebbles
to hopscotch village street
under random puffs of
gourmet popcorn clouds
reflection of blue-er sky,
grandma’s retro/deco bike
blooms petunia pink
beside faded stucco cottage
outback/inside pickety fence
she digs in earthworm garden
boy swings dilapidation’s gate;
hook-line fresh on bamboo pole
Linking cheer at dVerse Poets pub today…
26 Mar 2018 33 Comments
in quadrille, shape poem Tags: egg, humor, spring, write, yolks
Kim hosts an “egg” quadrille prompt for dVerse Poets this week before Easter…
26 Mar 2018 2 Comments
in haiku, quote Tags: hibiscus, moment, monarch, nectar
“The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.”
-Rabindranath Tagore
life’s sweet brevity
hibiscus beckons monarch
offering nectar
25 Mar 2018 2 Comments
in haibun, senryu, troiku, worship Tags: beggar, hosanna, Jerusalem, Jesus, King, palms
I am that beggar on the ancient road of cobbled stones in Jerusalem, begging alms in the city of the king, near David’s tomb. The Passover crowds pass by me on their way through the golden gate to the Temple mount, singing songs of ascent. I limp out of the chaotic throng, pressing my back against the stone wall and clutching my empty cup. What is that I hear? Shouts of “Hosanna, save us”! Now I see ecstatic children waving palm branches before a rabbi astride a young horse; no, he rides a humble donkey. As they pass, Jesus looks into my eyes; a gaze that overwhelms me with compassion. I pick up a palm frond as the shofar sounds the call to worship: “Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord.”
crowds shout hosannas
rejoice in the coming king
my cup overflows
a poem in my pocket 
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