life force strong but a
puff will scatter fragile seed
sleep…a breath from death
image & idea from Carpe Diem
hope wears white
19 May 2018 5 Comments
in haiku series, troiku Tags: bell, butterflies, death, flowers, hope, mothers
CDHK weekend fusion challenge: fuse two haiku, then create troiku…
temple bells die out
the fragrant blossoms remain
a perfect evening
will we meet again
here at your flowering grave –
two white butterflies
© Basho
church bells’ somber ring
fragrance of casket flowers
butterflies wing hope
© lynn
church bell’s somber ring
ask for whom is it tolling?
time waits for no one
fragrance of casket flowers
roses, daisies, carnations
florals dress-up death
butterflies wing hope
loved by two mothers, i know
we will meet again
dark shadorma
03 Apr 2018 2 Comments
in shadorma Tags: death, double, hate, lovers, shadow, suicide
A shadorma is a 6 line poem with 3-5-3-3-7-5 syllable counts.
in shadow
motivation comes
suicide
double death
why two lovers hate themselves?
asphyxiation
Many years ago, a teenage co-worker, Barry, and his girlfriend died together in his car running inside a garage. I still sadly wonder…why? Tonight, we discuss suicide at NAMI support group.
archetypical apple
24 Jan 2018 10 Comments
in free verse, story Tags: apple, cyanide, death, eve, poison, sin
What strange poison
did woman reach
for in the garden?
mother of all living bit into death for all
Was it a stinging tree
that touched her with
heart-shaped leaves?
intoxicating nature of toxic relations
Was she anesthetized
by curare-tipped dart
from satan’s blowpipe?
it can kill as easily as it can cure
Would eve even
succumb to snakeroot,
from salesman selling herbs?
fruit to make wise and pleasing to eyes
Would she suspect
the seeds of lovely apple
convey hydrogen cyanide?
seed of deception is sin, fruit of sin is death
ethical questions
05 Dec 2017 15 Comments
in quadrille Tags: abortion, death, infant, life, mother
how long believe
blind rhetoric?
why hire doctors
to do harm?
instrumental rape
violates mother with child
what kind of ghastly
choice is offered?
by salt poisoning, chemicals,
or crunch of infant skull
when will men honor
mothers’ calling?
where have hope’s
children gone?
Linking with dVerse Poets quadrille prompt…sorry this topic is neither pleasant nor Christmasy. Yet our brokenness and sin is why Christ came…as an infant to a poor, young woman in seemingly scandalous circumstances. Would we have aborted Jesus?
on our way home
19 Oct 2017 6 Comments
in haiku series, senryu Tags: cemetery, death, headstone, live, prayer, spirit
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai celebrates 5 years! Revisiting theme: on our way home…
music in clinic
contemplate own funeral
face mortality
_______
reading old headstones
on walk through cemetery
how did eddy end?
_______
morning prayer time
Spirit’s breath fill us more
to live while we can
photo by lynn
when music soars away
06 Jun 2017 34 Comments
in magnetic Tags: death, dreaing, peaches, rain, rose, storm
silent sabbath
15 Apr 2017 2 Comments
in tanka Tags: blood, death, life, spices, tomb
laid down life for friends
blood congealed, stiff body wrapped
stone seals death in tomb
soldiers wipe spear and spikes clean
women grieve over spices
passing glory
13 Nov 2016 2 Comments
in tanka Tags: beauty, death, life, milkweed, productivity
fibers reflect light
gossamer seeds scatter on wind
creativity
erupts in transient beauty
life leaves empty pod with sigh
photo by lynn
hidden in shadow
27 Sep 2016 14 Comments
in quadrille Tags: beloved, death, father, shadow
Dedicated to the family of Henry Wynia, who passed away 8-27-16.
Beloved,
bereaved by
an accidental fall
into valley of death’s shadow
dark night of grief
He bottles our tears
father’s life in our Father’s hands
He battles our fears
soul rests in relief
under his strong wings’ shelter
a providential call
comforted by
Beloved.
A quadrille/mirror poem linked to dVerse Poets.
for Jean’s children
11 Jun 2016 Leave a comment
in free verse Tags: death, friends, grief, love
In honor of a dear family friend, Jean (Holtrop) Sears. For Sheila and Lon…
Grief is the thief
who steals our full
attention so abruptly
we lose focus on life.
Surprised by final loss
at end of long goodbye;
when body outlasts mind,
death’s blow is blunt reality
We cry for ourselves for
becoming motherless children
as we hold scattered memories
forever in our shattered hearts.
Sweet memories to keep
of one-and-only mother love;
wrapped in timely words, tight hugs,
and eyes smiling through tears.
Remember holiday gatherings with
enough food to feed a small army,
provision of a place to come home;
giving thanks for family and friends.
She encouraged us to be our best
but even if we disappointed her
forgiveness could always be found;
right now can be a new beginning.
Her loving influence yet evident,
revealed in lives of grandchildren;
by faith, she’s in God’s presence
and we will follow on the journey.
