lamentation

 

 

when

my heart

is shattered,

my mind

feels scattered,

i question,

what matters?


Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.    (Lamentations 3: 22, 23)

heartbreak “hero”

Like the tin man
looking for a heart
or the scarecrow
missing his brain,
occupant of oval
office is barely
there (elder abuse)

Can we blame him
for half-hearted
ignorance or naive
desire to be instant
“hero” at high cost
of deadly equipment
and human lives??


Writing quadrilles from the heart with De Jackson at dVerse poets’ pub…I don’t often go political but what U.S. President Joe Biden did/didn’t do by suddenly withdrawing troops from Afghanistan is heart-breaking!

birth of a poem

Linking to dVerse poets pub for Amaya’s challenge to “labor”…


 

as the product of

conception, a poem

begins with flicker

of flirty idea

which sparks a

burning desire that,

with heart unprotected,

climaxes in passion for

words, that are strung

together like double

helix into phrases

which multiply and

di-verse-i-fy,

connected by

rhythm and rhyme;

hid in warm darkness

until fully developed

and ready to be

edited, contracted,

squeezed through

narrow passage

’til finally, its

author, depleted

and relieved,

delivers another

helpless poem

into wide world

and, whether

birthed online

or hard copy,

whimpering

or wailing,

it comes

hoping to be

caught gently

by readers.

play for keeps

 

keep the best memories
let unpleasant ones go

keep faith in truth
turn from all false-ness

keep forward movement
stop procrastination now

keep expressing your heart
ignore rude criticism

keep head held high
don’t lose confidence

keep smiling at life
watch life smile back!

 

 

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Too late to link but inspired by Kim at dVerse to write quadrille (44 words) on “keep”.

follow

 

follow still small voice

where it quietly leads you

let God speak to heart

you may be an answer to

another person’s prayer

 

 


Link to #wispwrit#Writing#Challenge...and dedicated to my friend, Marie 🙂

opening to lovelight

 

floating on black pond

mysterious lotus heart

~ deeper reflections ~

 

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image: unsplash

spring yearning

Chevréfeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai prompts a “distillation” of a sonnet…

Sonnet 98  (by the master)

From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in everything,
That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him.
Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell
Of different flowers in odour and in hue,
Could make me any summer’s story tell,
Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew:
Nor did I wonder at the lily’s white,
Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;
They were but sweet, but figures of delight
Drawn after you, – you pattern of all those.
Yet seem’d it winter still, and, you away,
As with your shadow I with these did play.

© William Shakespeare

 

roses

 

my distillation in tanka form:

in beauty, scent, hue

all the flowers, roses too

cannot surpass you

winter’s lonely heart would thrill

if return to spring we will

 

© lynn__

 

 

 

 

lament for erica anne

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hear our anguished cries, O God!
why do the loveliest ones die young?

she had her daddy’s perceptive eyes
that saw beyond this world’s pretense;

she had her mother’s tender heart
that loved beyond this world’s ache.

Erica belonged to a better, purer world.

depression’s demons
pushed her till she fell,
desperate to escape.

her mortal body broken but
her timeless spirit caught in
arms of compassion
and carried home,

like lost lamb on gentle
Shepherd’s shoulders…

Lord, carry us in our grief!

 

 


For my friend and family who lost their sweet daughter/sister. Read Erica’s obituary here.

honey-dewed sighs

 

honey, do you love me?

why don’t you say it louder

with your warm, strong hands

holding me closer until i melt

into your steady, beating chest

where i find the safest nest

within your steady heart  best

so hold me closer until i melt

into your strong, warm hands

why not say it louder–

honey, you do love me!

 

 


A mirror poem for Frank’s reverse poetry prompt at dVerse Poets

soft as cashmere

Folk music of Kashmir, India featured at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai


 

hypnotizing voice

exotic music sways heart

sung by graceful hands

 

 

castaway

Carpe Diem “Crossroads” challenge to fuse two haiku into one. 


 

Ozaki Hosai

Ozaki Hosai

on the field
where evening has died out,
my footsteps

the heart
that seeks something
I release to the sea

© Ozaki Hosai (revised by Chèvrefeuille)

 

 

fading with daylight

washed to sea by searching tide

footprints of the heart

© lynn__

 

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photo by lynn

spiritual connection

 

Prayer is sharing an intimate conversation with God.

 

open the scripture

listen, study, meditate

speak response from heart

 

 

 

 


“One bun” (haibun of one line of prose plus haiku) in response to CDHK prompt.

 

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