In response to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai “Road to Santiago” word: time
where will journey lead?
wisdom contemplates life’s end
we return to dust
- photo by lynn – Floyd Cemetery, Sioux City
inexorable time
17 Jan 2017 1 Comment
in senryu Tags: dust, journey, time
whispered in forest
16 Jan 2017 30 Comments
in quadrille Tags: camp, clouds, mountain, pines, smoke
breathe clear mountain air
camp beneath whispering
pines listen to nocturnal
noise as whispers of clouds
shadow dance with haloed moon
campfire embers glow while
smoke-curl whispers spiral up
i welcome irresistible tickle
when you whisper soft into ear
warm touch overwhelms words
Joining De and dVerse Poets at the pub for a round of quadrilles…
leave it all behind
15 Jan 2017 7 Comments
in haiku, tanka Tags: happy, home, life, pilgrim, way
hiking boots and stick
take bold step, do not look back
leave it all behind
* * *
all want happy life!
but not every road leads home
pilgrims will seek truth
consider Jesus, the Way
relation, not religion
January meme at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai is the “Road to Santiago”.
my dust bunny’s bigger
13 Jan 2017 Leave a comment
in american sentence, sevenling Tags: bag, dust, suck, vacuum
The day you tell your vacuum to “suck it up” but bag’s full to bursting.
An “american sentence” of 17 syllables. Here’s to a clean new year!
crossing the quadrille
11 Jan 2017 15 Comments
in quadrille Tags: arch, bridge, connection, fire
a bridge is a bridge is…
an act of faith
an art of engineering
an avenue of commerce
an advance of connection
a bridge is a bridge is…
an achievement of minds
an arch of triumphs
an arm of invasion
an altar of fire
Tuesday’s theme at dVerse Poetics is “bridge”…let’s play!
the peanuts club
10 Jan 2017 5 Comments
in haibun, list poem Tags: childhood, club, friends, memories, Peanuts
The crawl space of childhood’s basement offered an obvious place for our secret club. We climbed red-bench invitation to reach spool knob and swing open a wide (but very short) plywood door; then clambered up, one-by-one, into our hide-out. Sliding over corrugated cardboard flooring, the first brave soul would pull the string to a single lightbulb. Neighborhood kids formed collaborative huddle amid boxes of empty canning jars and old books. Dark, cobwebbed corners added aura of mystery (not to mention arachnid fear) to our clandestine meetings. With conspiratorial whispers, we’d conduct official club business and ritual passing of candy before breaking out the “Peanuts” board game. Hanging out with Charlie Brown’s gang, we rolled the dice, collected comic character tiles, and took our turns in the “Booby Hatch”.
childhood memories
password protected clubhouse
friendship’s secret code
peace on earth escapes us
04 Jan 2017 13 Comments
photo by lynn
in history’s shadows,
dark curl of demonic horn
prods power-hungry men.
lips curled in sneer,
King Herod of Judea
sealed fate of innocents
in scroll uncurled by
soldiers with bloody spears.
Bethlehem’s baby boys
and toddlers ripped from
warm curl of mama’s arms.
Quadrille (44 word poem) on dVerse Poets prompt of “curl”
beginning shimmers
31 Dec 2016 1 Comment
in haiku Tags: hope, prosperity, soul, year
art by felix gonzales torres
step into unknown
with trusting hope for each day
as new year begins
faith simply believes
30 Dec 2016 2 Comments
in free verse Tags: answer, believe, faith, grace, wonder
shift angle of prism
to see full spectrum of light
adjust focus of camera
to zoom in clear reality
turn dial on radio
to tune in magnificent music
leave childish stubbornness, embrace childlike wonder
leave small expectations, embrace great expectancy
whatever you stand to lose
is already lost to your control
let go of whatever it is
you’re holding with tight grip
open the clenched fist
to receive grace with open hand
photo by lynn
blessings may come in pairs
29 Dec 2016 3 Comments
We were blessed with 2 new grand daughters in May, 2016!
(for Rebecca Joy)
Oh, precious one
you bring us joy!
Tripled the fun
as sisters alloy.
Mama’s almond eyes
Daddy’s strong chin,
give brightest smiles
our hearts to win.
Dimpled cheek
dark, styled hair
Blessing your sleep
we say a prayer:
If world may break
your heart someday
Held close to Jesus
may you ever stay!
(for Ruth Ellen)
Baby Ruth, we love you, in truth!
Sweet smiles, warm hugs;
you’re our dear “cuddle-bugs”
Deep dark-eyed look is all it took,
our hearts can’t help but melt.
We pray you will stay faithful to faith
of your father and mother;
grace shown your grandparents.
Like biblical Ruth, may you say:
Your God will be my God,
your people my people,
where you stay, I will stay;
Close to Jesus always.
Winter Breath – Adrian von Ziegler
28 Dec 2016 2 Comments
in haiku, music poem Tags: glass, icicles, water, winter
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai’s December theme, Let the Music Inspire You.
imprisoned in glass
water still trickles beneath
brittle icicles
Promise – Thomas Bergersen
27 Dec 2016 2 Comments
in music poem, tanka Tags: beauty, flower, music, promise, virgin
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai’s December theme, Let the Music Inspire You.
raven flower blooms
beauty attracts flutter-byes
celebrate sweet youth
pledge virginity to one
who will promise a lifetime
a poem in my pocket 
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