sun dogs howl in cold
temps drop after arctic blast
winter’s shining face
she wears best diamond earrings
snowdrifts sparkle with brilliance
I couldn’t resist Kiwinana’s tanka prompt, using “winter” and “shining”!
be (one & only) mine
06 Dec 2017 2 Comments
in haiku Tags: desire, fire, love, vows
love’s fire fiercely burns
devotion ignites desire
vows consummated
Tragic comedy or comic tragedy? Read love’s drama at CDHK
ethical questions
05 Dec 2017 17 Comments
in quadrille Tags: abortion, death, infant, life, mother
how long believe
blind rhetoric?
why hire doctors
to do harm?
instrumental rape
violates mother with child
what kind of ghastly
choice is offered?
by salt poisoning, chemicals,
or crunch of infant skull
when will men honor
mothers’ calling?
where have hope’s
children gone?
Linking with dVerse Poets quadrille prompt…sorry this topic is neither pleasant nor Christmasy. Yet our brokenness and sin is why Christ came…as an infant to a poor, young woman in seemingly scandalous circumstances. Would we have aborted Jesus?
anniversary trip
02 Dec 2017 4 Comments
in haiku
love’s blessed mystery
thirty-five volcanic years
taste of paradise
Kauai dreams
My husband and I will be married 35 years in 2018 so we are planning a trip to Hawaii to celebrate. (Sharing “love haiku” with Carpe Diem Haiku Kai)
love buds afresh
27 Nov 2017 5 Comments
in haibun, haiku Tags: fragrant, hybrids, romance, rose
The rose is a type of flowering shrub. The name “rose” comes from French. It comes from the Latin word Rosa. Roses have been symbols of love, beauty, war, and politics. Ornamental roses have been cultivated for millennia, bred for their flowers and fragrance. Roses are used for cut flowers, perfume, food & drink, medicine and in art. There are many varieties today such as hybrid teas (most popular), floribundas, climbing roses, shrubs, standards, weeping standards, and miniature rose bushes. For hundreds of years, the rose has been cherished for its beauty, form, and fragrance inspiring gardeners everywhere.
(Rose facts from Elsie at Ramblings of a Writer )
a rose is a rose
fragrant layered mystery
of romance language
my father twice widower-ed
calls on old/new lady friend
haiku & photo by lynn
jazZed!
24 Nov 2017 23 Comments
in free verse, Uncategorized Tags: cat, dude, jazz, mute, trumpet
image/jazz prompt – dVerse Poets
gotta lotta
grooove, yeah
smile-a-while
ratta tat rrrrrollll
pppissshhh
get UP in stride
then down…slide
step on cat’s tail
yeeeooowwll
sing, tom CAT!
lone saxyphone’s
liquid eyes hone
salty inDIGo tears
tickle tuned ears
coolest fools rule
don’t mute it, dude!
puff up cheeks
chEEKy trumpet
pump it up
to A squeal
play guts out
rhino nose blow
releases it ALL…over
humility and honor
22 Nov 2017 2 Comments
in question poem Tags: character, civility, honor, humility, loyalty, Thanksgiving
Our first President, George Washington, made this proclamation in 1789:
“Whereas it is the duty of all Nations to acknowledge the providence of Almighty God, to obey his will, to be grateful for his benefits, and humbly to implore his protection and favor—and whereas both Houses of Congress have by their joint Committee requested me “to recommend to the People of the United States a day of public thanksgiving and prayer to be observed by acknowledging with grateful hearts the many signal favors of Almighty God especially by affording them an opportunity peaceably to establish a form of government for their safety and happiness.”
where have all the good men gone?
who respected God’s ordered civility
who defended their homes and families
who united to fight against tyranny
where have all the good men gone?
where have all the good women gone?
who prayed on their knees in humility
who provided for needs of their families
who united to speak against slavery
where have all the good women gone?
where have all the good children gone?
who obeyed their parents’ authority
who contributed help to their families
who united to honor friends’ loyalty
where have all the good children gone?
If you know someone of good character, let them know you appreciate them!
off-beat circadian rhythm
21 Nov 2017 5 Comments
in tanka Tags: boy, challenge, morning, sleep
waking teenage boy
in morning proves real challenge
he’s wired to sleep sound
after three alarms buzz on
you will find him still snoozing
“What time did you go to bed?” is my first question 🙂 Join Elsie’s weekly tanka challenge at Ramblings of a Writer.
A rock solid Q
21 Nov 2017 20 Comments
in list poem, quadrille Tags: Christ, rocks, stones
“Q” for quadrille at dVerse Poets and “Q” for queue as in a line up of rocks.
Rock & Roll
Rosetta Stone
Rock of Gibraltar
Stonehenge
Ayers Rock
Easter Island
Rocky I & II
Blarney Stone
Plymouth Rock
The Sphinx
Rock-a-bye Baby
Rolling Stone
Hope Diamond
Rocky & Bullwinkle
“On Christ the solid Rock I stand; all other ground is sinking sand.”
loud rowdy blues
19 Nov 2017 3 Comments
in shadorma Tags: bluejay, corn, feather, grove, Thanksgiving
Linking to Eliot Dybden’s Shadorma November at Along the Interstice. A shadorma has six lines with no rhyme or meter, except for a syllable structure of 3/5/3/3/7/5.
bluejay punks
public domain
nab spilt corn kernels
feathered flash
raucous caws
gather together in grove
living thanksgiving
love to die for?
19 Nov 2017 2 Comments
in tanka Tags: die, lovers, romance, tragedy
The forbidden love between the lowly Ferhad and the princess Shirin is an old Persian love story. Ferhad killed himself in the desert when he was tricked into believing that Shirin was dead. Hearing of Ferhad’s death, Sherin then killed herself because she could not live without him. Subsequently the two were buried together. It’s similar to the Shakespearian tragedy of Romeo and Juliet.
(information and image taken from Carpe Diem Haiku Kai)
~ fateful attraction ~
when lovers choose death writes our
tragic love stories;
heartbroken readers wishing
romance had better ending!
swoosh of the fukuroo
14 Nov 2017 18 Comments
in haibun Tags: great-horned owl, snowshoes, spruce, winter
Join Victoria at dVerse Poets for this week’s haibun prompt: Who? Who? Fukuroo!
Late one winter afternoon, I strap on snowshoes, grab my poles and make tracks in powder. The dusky sky glows pale pink as I shush into deep silence. Spruces dusted with fresh snow, wear skirts of blue-hued drifts and beckon me to maneuver their folds. I am tramping a wonderland beneath thin-fingered canopy of ash tree silhouettes. Startled, I flinch as a heavy winged shadow glides closely overhead with a swish-sh-sh of displaced air. An owl swoops low before sweeping onto a bare upper branch fifty yards ahead. I approach cautiously as owl’s head swivels toward me. Notice the unmistakable tufts like ears…it’s the great-horned fukuroo of my dreams!
listen, owl’s hooting
free stock image
heard often yet rarely seen
great-horned fukuroo!
a poem in my pocket 
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