discipline

 

little buddy red-
faced, setting the stage
to fly into kicking and sweating rage

wiser granny said-
stop your fretting, my child
there’s no use getting unruly riled

now go to bed-
buddy, until lesson you learn
to let kissing cousins have a turn!

 

 


Quadrille (44-word poem) including the word “fret”… with Kim at dVerse Poets

joy of light series

Linking to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai retreat…


 

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light in child’s blue eyes

shines with anticipation

sweet birthday surprise!

 

come, be brilliant

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Just playing around on magnetic poetry online…try it!

celebration of lights

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Linking to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai “countdown” to Christmas…

serenity

(link to Carpe Diem)

 

morning prayer time

empty mind of distraction

study ancient Word

quiet my soul like weaned child

leaning on my Father’s chest

on a silent night

 

Here I use a haiku by Chevrefeuille to create a “troiku” which is a unique form invented by our host at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.  Like a Russian troika, the original haiku is the “sleigh” pulled by the 3 “horses”/haiku verses.


 

silent night

snow falls softly on the graveyard

the Savior is born

©Chevrefeuille

 

on a silent night

cold moon casts wolf’s grey shadow

abrupt bunny tracks

_____

snow falls softly on

the graveyard where family

lays fir bough wreath

_____

the Savior is born!

child in manger embodies

resurrection hope

© lynn__

 

celebrate the child!

 

see life with fresh JOY

grassHOPper / butterFLY as

CHiLD of the Father

 

never born here

A poem for mothers who’ve miscarried and in memory of our first grandchild.

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all is sacred

summertime dreams

Tan renga challenge and photo taken from Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

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taste of nature –
sweet blackberry bushes
sing to child and bees 

© Sara McNulty

 

pails full, fingers stained purple

take nap in dappled shade

(c) lynn

 

pure iowa gold

 
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what could be sweeter
ripe golden ears of corn or
child’s buttery face?

walking through ditch grass
sun smiles on up-turned faces
dandelion gold!

cup of soothing tea
facing toward open curtains
golden warmth of sun.