24 Jan 2018
by lynn__
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
05 Dec 2017
by lynn__
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?
15 Apr 2017
by lynn__
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
27 Sep 2016
by lynn__
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.
11 Jun 2016
by lynn__
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.
27 Apr 2016
by lynn__
in haibun, scripture
Tags: death, flower, gardener, life, seed
As for man, his days are like grass; he flourishes like a flower of the field; for the wind passes over it, and it is gone, and its place knows it no more. Ps. 103:15, 16
Death does not discriminate but believes in equal opportunity for all. Flowers and weeds, sinners and saints…each granted a brief cycle of seasons on the earth. Life begins as a seed, planted in sanctuary of womb. Cells divide, cotyledon splits; embryo develops limbs, groping in darkness. Birth breaks through to sunlight! Youthful stem grows, green with life’s energy, curling out curious leaves. Powered by nutrients through roots and pollinated by buzzing ideals, adolescence buds into flowering adulthood. A productive life spreads, shades, bears nourishing fruit until the final harvest. Life’s wisdom fades to delicate lace, leaving precious seed for the generation to follow. How one lives determines how one dies. May it be at peace, in the presence of the good and gracious Gardener.
life’s full breath expires
vein beauty in brevity
flower cut from field
Link to dVerse Poets haibun prompt featuring photography of Susan Judd
02 Nov 2015
by lynn__
in scripture, tanka
Tags: Ava, death, God, grass
-with prayers for family of Ava Dieleman
why four-year-olds die?
life brittle as frosted grass
bleak october day
God listens to our lament
frozen tears in his bottle
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“Surely the people are grass.
The grass withers and the flowers fall,
but the word of our God stands forever.” Isaiah 40:8
11 Oct 2015
by lynn__
in free verse
Tags: birth, death, hospital
it was time,
they tore down the
community hospital;
insulated with asbestos,
warmed with memories of
loudly wet births of sons and
quietly dry death of grandfather.
life at dis-ease tries to heal,
bursting forth or fading away
within tired brick walls
now demolished,
dust to dust.
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