12 Nov 2019
by lynn__
in free verse, Uncategorized
Tags: author, conception, desire, heart, poem, words, writing
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.
11 Nov 2019
by lynn__
in quadrille
Tags: confidence, faith, heart, life, memories, smile
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”.
24 Mar 2019
by lynn__
in distillation
Tags: beauty, flowers, heart, hue, roses, scent
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
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__
28 Dec 2018
by lynn__
in free verse, lament
Tags: Erica, eyes, grief, heart, lament, suicide
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.
16 Aug 2018
by lynn__
in mirror poem
Tags: chest, hands, heart, honey, love, mirror, nest
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
15 May 2018
by lynn__
in haiku
Tags: castaway, daylight, footprints, heart, sand, sea, tide
Carpe Diem “Crossroads” challenge to fuse two haiku into one.
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__
photo by lynn
15 Apr 2018
by lynn__
in haibun, senryu
Tags: conversation, God, heart, prayer, scripture
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.
23 Oct 2017
by lynn__
in epanalepsis
Tags: bread, grandmother, heart, pieces, toddlers, toys
chunks of myself run
around as toddlers who
hold hunks of my heart.
my fragmented thoughts
consider their future. it’s a
sadly fragmented world.
pieces of puzzles and
toys scattered on floor;
ordered home in pieces
spread a slice of bread
with peanut butter n’ jelly,
enjoying this slice of life.
“Epanalepsis” is a literary device developed into a new poetry form by Mick Talbot with repeated words, according to this pattern:
RED: Repeated words in epanalepsis don’t have to be identical, but must be in context.
BLUE: Epanalepsis can occur across two sentences.
GREEN: Same word used at the beginning and end of a sentence.
VIOLET: Epanalepsis can occur within a clause of a sentence.
(I used violet instead of Mick’s mauve because it shows up better on my page)
02 May 2017
by lynn__
in american sentence
Tags: diverse, forgive, gratitude, heart, integrity
Thankfulness for the small stuff enlarges heart with joyful gratitude.
When heart is broken open, make no demands, simply let love spill out.
Forgive as you have been forgiven is the crux of Jesus’ teachings.
Beauty of diverse colors be found in kaleidoscope of people.
Integrity is found by building identity on solid rock.
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