grandmutter clutter


chunks of myself run
around as toddlers who
hold hunks of my heart.

my fragmented thoughts
consider their future. it’s a
sadly fragmented world.

pieces of puzzles and
toys scattered on floor;
ordered home in pieces

spread a slice of bread
with peanut butter n’ jelly,
enjoying this slice of life.


“Epanalepsis” is a literary device developed into a new poetry form by Mick Talbot with repeated words, according to this pattern:

RED: Repeated words in epanalepsis don’t have to be identical, but must be in context.
BLUE: Epanalepsis can occur across two sentences.
GREEN: Same word used at the beginning and end of a sentence.
VIOLET: Epanalepsis can occur within a clause of a sentence.

(I used violet instead of Mick’s mauve because it shows up better on my page)


European tour: Luxembourg

Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai hosts virtual tour of Europe this month.

Luxembourg 1

sit in  tree’s shelter

slice crusty loaf of wheat bread

purchased at village


(Photo credit: CDHK)

To feed the world


Little town of Bethlehem in

Hebrew means house of bread.

Middle-eastern innkeeper’s wife

bakes bread in outdoor clay oven


to feed guests crowding the table,

filling every room; no vacancy here.

Village streets over-taxed tonight with

dusty lineage of David’s descendants.


Oven fires cooled, bread crumbs swept,

visitors settled but someone’s knocking:

desperate husband with panting wife

begging for bed, nesting in barn; scene of


midnight moaning, blood-stained straw.

Newborn baby’s cry echoes in starlit night;

babe of Bethlehem is bread from heaven,

the Son of Man comes as manna to earth.


Grown into manhood, he fasts long yet

refuses devil’s ploy of leavened stones;

feeds crowd of five thousand on hillside,

blessing of bread fills baskets of leftovers.


He gathers disciples, breaks bread at table of

last supper together, they eat passover lamb;

who offers his body as bread upon a raised altar

to nourish gaunt souls, to feed the hungry world.











“Give us this day

our daily bread”


Holding up

open hands


to receive

good gifts


our needs,

not wants


for this day,

not tomorrow


to ask daily,

not weekly


trust his time

to provide


sustenance for

body and soul.


Exactly 40 words with title and

Jesus fasted 40 days and nights in the wilderness…