rainbow after flood
light refracted through teardrops
God’s gracious promise
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A rainbow haiku for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai’s time challenge.
messenger pigeon
28 Jul 2020 21 Comments
in prosery, scripture Tags: ark, dove, flood, Noah, rain, rainbow, Raven, wings
He cried tears of sorrow
over creatures who rebelled
and washed the earth clean
of violence in ancient times
( humanity hasn’t changed )
faith-full Noah rode out storm
with motley-crewed menagerie
in huge hand-built (pitched
and precariously pitching) boat
until drencher rain stopped,
floodwaters began to recede
when raven embarks from ark,
on long reconnaissance mission
pumping back and forth across
expansive sea on strong wings.
days later, Noah let out a dove,
delicate creature in search of
nesting place for her young.
first flight aborted, exhausted
re-released after (weak) week
she returns with an olive branch
of peace to the human family (who
bowed) under God’s bow of promise
— aimed back at Him who would
bear our sin and rescue the world.
A prose poem linked to dVerse poets where Laura Bloomsbury encourages us to take flight!
mid-western disaster
11 Apr 2019 8 Comments
in distillation, free verse Tags: bales, bridges, cattle, clouds, dam, flood, ice, mud, rain, snow
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…
soggy bottoms
22 Aug 2018 3 Comments
in etheree Tags: creek, farmers, flood, groundwater, rain, summer, thirst, wet
Elsie at Ramblings of a Writer challenges us to write a poem using “water” and “thirst”. Mine is an “etheree” with ten lines, each of increasing syllables.
wet
when it
rains it pours
saturation,
precipitation,
weather aberration
water cannot drain away
groundwater rises, creek beds flood
farmers, crops and lawns thirst for sunshine
iowa’s summer uncommonly wet!
hey bun, issa mud mess!
25 Jun 2018 37 Comments
in haibun Tags: farmers, flood, hay, mud, oil, rain, rivers, sheep, soil
enough rain here five to six inches already and counting with basements filling and ditches flowing as swollen rivers carry away sheep too frightened to move to higher ground and wash out culverts which derailed a train of oil tanker cars spilling into the flooded fields and seeping downstream calling out hazmat teams and trucks hauling rocks while farmers groan at wet hay rotting crops covered with silt and black soil carried away and why must it rain another day?
farmers grow webbed feet
wading through muddy season
who’s building that ark?
road wash-out next to flooded field
Jilly at dVerse poets encourages writers to “break the rules” with this week’s haibun. Our local weather has been unconventional too….and destructive.
rainbow colors
21 Aug 2017 6 Comments
in free verse, scripture Tags: ark, colors, flood, promise, rainbow
photo by lynn
Red as sunrise before looming storm
Orange as gopher wood bark inside ark
Yellow as fierce eyes of boarding panthers
Green as wild foamy breakers of floodwaters
Blue as heavens after dark rainclouds clear
Indigo as robe of Noah, kneeling by altar
Violet as passion of God’s forever promise
I have set my rainbow in the clouds, and it will be the sign of the covenant between me and the earth. (Genesis 9:13)
You can participate in colours writing prompt at Ramblings of a Writer 🙂
deluge
12 Mar 2014 2 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: blood, deluge, flood, grace
Maybe God cries
big tears of sadness
when grey skies rain,
grieving over evil in
the world muddied by
our prideful rebellion.
His beloved children
deceived by the
enemy in snakeskin,
swiftly ushering in
disease and death
spoiling paradise,
stealing happiness.
God cries with us
in our suffering,
pain, regret, loss.
Our Father’s tears
mingle with our own
to bring release
and comfort for our
souls’ grey sorrows.
Yet weather’s tears
cannot clean
the dark stains
of hands and hearts
steeped in sin.
Only the pure blood
of His Son, our brother,
can wash all guilt away
in flood of grace.
a poem in my pocket 
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