master artist

God paints evening sky

across watercolor clouds

with autumn’s palette

to be gladiolus

cumulus in fetal position

children laugh in hayloft of barn

fresh flowers for mother’s day

amish quilt block holds bright

memories’ colors

of mid-western

bountiful

garden

home

A nonet for open link night at dVerse poets…

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

the color of hope

_______

the color of hope must be soft white

like summer clouds puffing along

in cerulean sky which may gather

into dizzy-high cumulonimbus to

shudder and shower wet blessings

on thirsty fields and caked riverbeds

_______

the color of hope must be pale pink

like a newborn grandbaby’s tiny toes

wriggling with the joy of being bare

in the warm air to be tickled by grandpa

which soon grow nimble to run in grass

dotted with dandelions and butterflies

_______

the color of hope must be deep green

like a conifer forest on a mountainside

which exhales pine-scented oxygen to

support life of creatures that nest in

the upper boughs, tap bark for insects,

or rest quietly in cool daytime shadows

_______

Join dVerse Poets where we paint the colours of hope inspired by the poetry of Jen Feroze!

brilliance

morning sun breaks through

rain clouds radiate glory

God smiles with favor

photo by lynn

january sky

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roaring down the beach
at the height of winter waves
mist clouds
                                by Jane Reichhold

roll damp chill over sand dunes
ghosted with dusting of snow

                                 by lynn__


Tan renga response to another poet’s haiku. Linking to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.

sea of tranquility

Lillian at dVerse invites us to write a quadrille (44-word poem) on the most beautiful word in our language: tranquility


 

adirondacks sit on
porch of beach house
surf flows in, lightly froths
foam over fine sand…
sucked back to sea,
leaving castaway shells.
seagulls perch on pier…
launch upward in lazy arcs
where white clouds float,
billow, accumulate into
tranquil dreams…
of sunny tomorrow.

 

 

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photo by lynn

mid-western disaster

Linking late to Linda’s “water” prompt at dVerse poetics


 

water, water, water, everywhere!
dark clouds broiling across plains’
hard-crusted snowy landscape; soil
soaked by heavy rains, washes into
half-frozen rivers, ice breaks loose
floating icebergs grind along banks
dragging down bridges, trees, poles;
pressured dam gives way into torrent
that floods downstream in spreading
wave that engulfs barns, farmhouses’
families escape on muddy roads while
cattle are trapped on shrinking islands
hay bales swept away, fields ruined and
Nebraska is once again a broad ocean…

 

 

 

 

 

 

natural revelation

sunday morning
all the waves in white
kneeling on the beach
© Jane Reichhold

prayer clouds in blue heaven
creation’s meditation
© lynn__

white+waves

Tan renga challenge at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

portent

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wild swoop over wheat

blackbirds caw in unison

ominous wing beat

storm clouds darken horizon

thunder rumbles threat of hail

 

 


Link to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai featuring “blackbird” kigo.

fishing for stars

“Tan renga” chained together for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, where Delores wrote a beautiful haiku reminding me of poem by Eugene Fields and park sculpture.


 

clouds and waves
carry my dreams away
tugging my anchor

© Dolores

drift along in private boat
of winkin’ blinkin’ and nod

© lynn__

 

peace…and quiet?

 

pack me light

stamped for camp

undress the stress

in quiet wilderness

 

where grass rustles

stream gurgles clear

beaver crew bustles

clouds thunder near

 

meadow lark sings

mosquitos start riot

forest tree rings

stones, alone, silent

 


Listen to the “sounds of silence” with Dwight tonight at dVerse Poets pub…

 

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