alaska or bust!

As my husband and i embark on a roadtrip, “The Great Alaskan Get-Away” (as our fourth son called it), i hope to record our trip with haiku and also share some photos here…

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little white chapel

welcomes interstate travelers

prayers for safety

Chapel on I-90 sponsored by churches of Corsica SD


scent of pine on breeze

soft-bristled ponderosa

cover hills in black

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rock cut-away glints

precious metals vein granite

black hills central tracks

old “eighteen-eighty” railroad

steam engine pulls train up grade


whee! we ride e-bikes

along george michelson trail

bump over wood bridge

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i feed him almonds

toss halves to striped ground squirrel

he eats on haunches

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presidents in stone

home of the free and the brave

history’s heroes

Happy birthday, America! Remember your heroes and hold to your ideals…


visit montana

big sky hospitality

panning for gold and garnets

old friends, old west towns, old bones

glacial mountain views

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mountain majesties

stand on leftover snow patch

breathe in alpine air


home sweet camper home

nestled in stand of tall pines

relax with husband

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four wheel drive pickup

narrow one lane gravel road

explore old ghost town

miners found gold and silver

Garnet booms…then abandoned


walk trail through tall trees

red cedar and black hemlock

ferns grace forest floor

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negative white space

margin is not
a blizzard of words
obfuscating page’s landscape
with directionally-challenged winds

margin is not
some narcissistic lover
manipulating poor gas-lit partner
into unconditional surrender

margin is not
an adrenaline addict
over-crowding calendar squares
with meaningless engagements

margin is not
an anxious mind
fretting over fearful rhetoric
contrary to obvious truth

margin is not
a malnourished soul
scrolling electronic junkfood
with no appetite for beauty


        margin  is  spacious  living  and  gracious  loving  .

reflection on aging

Raymond McIntyre – Flowers with a Mirror (1968)

we plead, “mirror, mirror, upon the wall”
like vanity before snow white’s death fall
“what have you done to me? that’s not my face!”
bouquet of flowered beauty –not a trace
youth’s pink blush gone, now yellowing appears
and sleek combed hair sticks up in fern-like spears
sweet bloom arranged in lovely china vase
reflecting back some weedy basket case!
what once were tender buds, no blossoms brag
where perky petals peeked, dry sepals sag
sketchy mirror, you lie! –won’t tolerate
image alone does not determine fate
perhaps the mirror does reveal true age
but real wisdom’s grateful to reach this stage.


Linking to Melissa’s Fandango Flash Fiction challenge…check it out!

ekphrasticly me

Linking with poets at dVerse hosted by Melissa LeMay and featuring the amazing art of Alma Thomas!


i must radiate
from cool core soul
like blue mud ball of heavy
clay saturated then evaporated into wet
rings rippling outward with smooth swirling moves that break through purple
barrier of fearful insecurities
with unique inner energy ignited by spirit’s heat. which pulsates bright music
of love and creativity to touch and enhance other lives with beauty and joy!

Alma Thomas, The Eclipse (1970), Smithsonian American Art Museum.

blood rose

Roses for Mothers Day, attempt at “lai” form poetry and linking to dVerse

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photo by lynn

 

 

velvet blooms blood rose
subtle scent wafts nose
petals
folds of ruffled rows
vivid color grows
sepals
thorns prick of sorrows
wilted tomorrows
medals

spring yearning

Chevréfeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai prompts a “distillation” of a sonnet…

Sonnet 98  (by the master)

From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in everything,
That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him.
Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell
Of different flowers in odour and in hue,
Could make me any summer’s story tell,
Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew:
Nor did I wonder at the lily’s white,
Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;
They were but sweet, but figures of delight
Drawn after you, – you pattern of all those.
Yet seem’d it winter still, and, you away,
As with your shadow I with these did play.

© William Shakespeare

 

roses

 

my distillation in tanka form:

in beauty, scent, hue

all the flowers, roses too

cannot surpass you

winter’s lonely heart would thrill

if return to spring we will

 

© lynn__

 

 

 

 

beauty’s weight

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai’s “tan renga” challenge…add 2 lines to original haiku.


 

waterweed
floating away, despite
the butterfly’s weight on it

© Chiyo-Ni

beauty flits magnificent
but life’s current moves stronger

© lynn__

 

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photo by lynn

as tea cools

 

for his morning tea
a monk sits down in utter silence-
confronted by chrysanthemums

© Matsuo Basho

a holy moment of awe
contemplating God’s wonder

© lynn__

 

 

artist’s signature

Sammi Cox at Author Aspiring hosts ten-word challenge on theme of symmetry.

 

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wikipedia image

Symmetry

creates

balanced beauty

of mirror images

determined by

Designer

well & done

 

Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai challenges us to “revise” a classical haiku by famous female haiku writer. Here is my humble attempt…

 

morning glory!

the well bucket-entangled,

I ask for water

© Chiyo-Ni

 

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glory of morning

entangled in blooming vine

beauty fills my well

© lynn

creating beauty

 

creating beauty

spiritual transformation

God is the potter

 

steady pressure on life’s wheel

reforms wet clay in love’s hands

 

pottery
title and image from Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

 

He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end.

Ecclesiastes 3:11 (NIV)

grace crayoned skies

 

sunrise/sunset shine

beauty at day’s raw edges

colors soothing balm

 

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farm photo – lynn

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