good ole’ summertime

It’s haibun Monday at dVerse with Frank hosting the first solstice of the year…


The longest day of June is a Sunday; glorious day of rest extended. Sleep late in cozy camper, waking to bird song. Sip teeccino tea with a splash of creamer. Outdoor picnic table serves as best breakfast seating. Husband flips pancakes and bacon; I fry eggs, top with shredded cheese.

Wash dishes leisurely, then time for church! It’s casual today, join worship online with home congregation and guest pastor. Confession and assurance. Gospel preaching offers hope; we sing with joy. A blessing given and received. Follow with grilled steak dinner and refreshing nap.

We drive to historical house turned museum. Well-preserved Parker house built, 1916, in decorative arts and crafts style. Maureen shows us interesting features: square piano, French heirloom china, family portraits, narrow hall of old books, sun room upstairs, vintage porcelain doll, and quarter-sawn oak woodwork.

It’s raining when we cruise around town; over one lane Thunder Bridge, past cemetery, fairgrounds, and downtown businesses, closed today. Phone conversation with my dear brother. Weather clears in time for long walk around lake reflecting large rocks, lush trees, and leftover clouds, before sun finally sets on first solstice of the year.

on june twenty-one

we take father’s day escape

relax, it’s summer

taken by storm

Linking to dVerse where Bjorn hosts onomatopoeia poetry prompt…


clouds gather darkly
thunder rrrumbles
wind whooshes wild
through trembling trees;
leaves twitter with ppips
of raindrops…plopps on
gravel road…drumms atop
car roof; aloof to river rapids
churling, swirling swiftly along,
rushing, gushing underneath
old bridge as it creaks rustily.

Klondike bridge

at home with homeless

 

ask a homeless person
what is home to you?

ideally, it’s a safe place
comfortable and pleasant
my sanctuary from the world
where people love you…family

home is peace, not just a roof
maybe a tent on an ocean beach
even a sleeping bag under a bridge
anywhere you lay your head to rest

people look right past me
have you ever felt invisible?

after mom died, no family left
now depend on disability checks
you know how VA ignores veterans
no shelters for people with pets

self-medicating mental illness
spent rent money on crack
nobody will hire an ex-convict
hard when you lose everything

maybe we’re all homeless
looking for the key to security

 

 


Inspired by documentary, “Signs of Humanity” (2016) available on amazon.com based on artist Willie Baronet’s coast to coast trip to collect (buy) signs from homeless people for his “We Are All Homeless” art exhibits.

trolling for squeals

 

“Grandma, you be the troll!”

Playing with
granddaughters
by swingset; two are
swinging, one is climbing
up ladder to slide.

I take my place
under slide platform
and patiently wait
for little “billy goat”
to walk above me;

“Who’s that tripping over my bridge?”

 


Linking to dVerse poets where Frank hosts a quadrille prompt on word “troll”.

 

sunset bridge

 

city silhouette

citrus sky ripens slowly

shadow swallows sun

 

 

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photo by lynn

crossing the quadrille

 
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!

rural roads at night

*This is my 500th blog post (and I lived to tell about it!)

 

yellow sign alerts curious cruisers

maintenance is minimal

level-B for mud bog

_____

narrow gravel road, deep ditch

beware city drivers

meet farm machinery head-on

_____

eyes on dangerous curve ahead

single lane bridge

step hard on gas pedal

 


“Lune” is an English form similar to haiku with three lines of  5 – 3 – 5  syllables OR words.  Writing a poem a day for National Poetry Month:   napowrimo.net