disappointment’s questions

 

cow pushes

hard, long

granddaughters

come along

to witness birth of calf

girls interested in kittens

already few weeks old

realize something wrong

in birth canal – nose, one hoof

show but never second foot

leg bent unnaturally

cannot push out

(naturally)

must pull

stillborn

 


Unfortunately, this was our experience yesterday…linking quadrille to dVerse.

japanese spring (II)

Akebia Blossom

Akebia blooms – CDHK

akebia blooms

lavender shade’s wild desire

scent of chocolate

japanese spring (I)

Andromeda Flowers

Andromeda flower – CDHK

 

andromeda suite

flowers cascade, stars twinkle

galactic music

civil (?) rights

Joining Real Toads in Imaginary Garden today on the theme:                                           “I Have No Mouth but I Must Scream” -title by Harlan Ellison

 

unborn baby girl
dodging abortion’s
sharp instruments

has mouth but
voice not heard
muffled in womb

unsafe sanctuary
tiny life unwanted
no fault of her own

they shout about
women’s rights,
“now let me grow

into a woman
strong, nurturing
seasoned in love —

help! it’s got me!
torn me…bleeding”
hear silent scream

new life on the farm

tulips point skyward
pregnant buds open up life
colorful prayers

_______

speckled easter eggs
killdeer cry out distraction
spring clutch nests on ground

_______

raindrops kiss clover
walk barefoot across wet lawn
holding hands with spring

_______

straw bedding in barn
cows moo news of fresh spring calves
maternity ward

_______

mews, purrs, stretches paw
mama nurses new kittens
fur balls’ eyes closed tight

_______

blossoms pop purple
rhododendron awakens
spring resurrection

 

postcard poem

Wishing you were here at dVerse poetics with De, postcard poeming…

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hi all, y’all

how r u, lone star?

roundin’ up a posse

for saucy bar-be-Q

hopin’ to see live

armadillo near amarillo

with lotta luv from

big ole’ heart o’ texas!

no fear in love

There is no fear in love.  But perfect love drives out fear… I John 4:18

 

I’m not afraid of people who live with a mental illness. I feel empathy and compassion for them in their struggle. Most are not dangerous but very gentle, if overly sensitive souls. Instead of lashing out, they often desperately turn inward. They need to be listened to and comforted. Fears, both real and irrational, plague them. I know friends and relatives who’ve suffered mental illness. My father experienced a psychotic break at age 74 when his life circumstances produced the perfect storm. His disturbed mind, suddenly snapped into suicidal mode, which scared us all. A police officer saved him, family rallied around him, and he responded to treatment for bi-polar disorder. Thanks be to God, he is doing well in recovery with medication and a balanced lifestyle. No, I’m not afraid of a person with a mental illness…but I do fear suffering a serious mental illness myself.

 

secret storm swells dread

losing control of mind’s eye

uninvited guests

 


Participating in dVerse Poets haibun Monday on topic of fear…

full circle haiku

 
last snow melt reveals

bright blue-eyes blossom in lawn

startling beauty

_____

dune sunflower blooms

beach birds will feast on dry seeds

taste of salty waves

_____

clouds sail azure sky

dappled appaloosa horse

grazes wild meadow

_____

row of poplar sways

warm sun coaxes leaves to bud

gentled by spring rain
 


Challenge at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai to write four haiku using word list in order.

what wondrous love!

 

greek word “agape”

God’s unconditional love

reaches for rebels

 

he humbly disrobed

to wash Judas’ dirty feet

king assumed servant role

 

he lay down own life

to pay ransom for captives

sweat pressed in garden

 

Jesus’ sacrifice

blood shed on altar for sin

perfect Lamb of God

 

remembering him

my first love, true love, best love

sing with gratitude

silent sabbath

 

laid down life for friends

blood congealed, stiff body wrapped

stone seals death in tomb

soldiers wipe spear and spikes clean

women grieve over spices

 

meditation

 

La via dolorosa
the way of suffering
tell me, Who would
choose to suffer?

Plenty of suffering
here to go around:
pain, grief
rejection, loneliness
bullying, abuse
derision, disease, death.

None of us immune
all of us sinners
except the immutable Son of man.
He chose the via dolorosa
only he could
only he would
bear all our misery and loss
on rough wooden beams of
a Roman cross:
ugly method of torture
cruel means of execution
for common criminals.

What crime deserved piercing?
His uncommon love for us
pierced his magnanimous heart
spilled gracious agape love
to wash our dirt clean away…

His via dolorosa is
our way home to the Father,
who turned away from
our hideous sins
borne on the bleeding back
of his beloved son.

Shadows fell on his
forsaken and disfigured form
when he descended into hell
Praise God, now we will never be forsaken
we need not smell the sulphur or feel the heat.

Let us kiss the nail printed feet
of our Redeemer – Rescuer
who walked the cobbled streets
of the via dolorosa uphill to Calvary.

seasons flow

 

warm weather thaw

spring is winter’s changeling child

ice water gurgling

 

Linking to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai‘s “yukidoke” (thaw) theme.

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