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.
17 Oct 2016
by lynn__
in tanka
Tags: heart, lotus, peacock, purple
photo by lynn
lotus opens wide
in ageless petaled beauty
God’s world inspires he(art)
purple passion awakens
adorned with peacock feathers
Joining CDHK and Kala Ramesh for “lotus viewing”
27 Jun 2016
by lynn__
in quadrille
Tags: blossom, bud, heart, love, rose, thorn
Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose. ~Gertrude Stein
(photo by lynn)
love is a rose is a
rose is a tightly rolled
tender bud is a sweetly
opening blossom is a slow
unfurl of soft petaled glory is an
irresistible, heady fragrance
is a wilting passion ravishly
spent is a sharp thorn
prick to the heart
We’re smelling the roses at dVerse poetics and writing 44-word quadrilles!
31 Mar 2016
by lynn__
in free verse
Tags: forgiveness, heart, pocket, stone
bitterness weighs
like smooth stone
in a deep pocket,
turned over and
over and over, worn
by the long fingers
of hurtful memories;
familiar, uncomfortable
too full of mean-ing.
choose to limp
with lumpy baggage
or let forgiveness
reach firmly into
heart’s hidden folds,
remove hard burden
and fling it far,
leaving space
for lighter grace.
13 Jan 2015
by lynn__
in Uncategorized
Tags: dirty, dog, guilt, heart, soot
like soot
blackens
a fireplace,
street grime
slushes snow,
seeds riddle
soft, ripe fruit,
hulls wedge
under gums,
rabid dog bites
master’s hand,
this all too
human heart
pumps pride,
beats self-interest,
harbors hypocrisy;
deceived to not
realize own guilt
of high treason
against perfect
law of love, and
its gracious author.
_________
The dirty little secret we don’t like to speak of is “sin” (whispered hiss).
25 Nov 2014
by lynn__
in Uncategorized
Tags: change, creativity, fresh, heart, meditation
a brisk walk
an honest talk
a good read
an art fest
a media fast
a child’s play
a full cup
a warm hug
a favorite song
an open Bible
a quiet meditation
a simple prayer
awakens heart
stirs creativity
motivates change.
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D’verse Poets talk about what to do when writing gets stale…
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