home | a poem in my pocket

hold no regrets

27 Jan 2025 24 Comments

by lynn__ in quadrille Tags: camper, cold, home, snow birds, south, warm, wind

snow birds flee midwest

home for warmer climes

south but cool vortex dips

down to hitch a ride atop

their fifth-wheel camper;

wear winter coats to ward

off winds pushing against

leaf-stripped palms around

covered swimming pool…

Hint: no place like home ?!

Mish hosts quadrille prompt at dVerse: can you take a hint?

need thankful heart transplant

20 Nov 2023 16 Comments

by lynn__ in Uncategorized Tags: family, heart, home, nation, thankfulness

If we have access to clean water, adequate food, decent clothing, and a sturdy home, we should be thankful. Some people in our world walk long distances to draw contaminated water and many go to bed with hungry bellies. Homeless people shiver in ragged clothes out on cold sidewalks.

If we have family that loves us and we enjoy the companionship of good friends and neighbors, we must be thankful. Think how many people live alone or feel lonely in the wide world, wishing they had someone to be with or talk to. A warm touch, listening ears and understanding heart are treasures.

If we live in a nation that respects the life and liberty of its citizens with laws that recognize the worth and dignity of every individual, let us be thankful. Rule by tyrants or terrorists results in oppressive regimes where no one is safe. All people deserve a voice in their own government.

easy to complain

about food or politics

give me thankful heart

_________________

Frank encourages us to write a haibun on thankfulness today at d’Verse poets…not sure whether I’ve written a haibun or a grandmotherly sermon!

a warm retreat

15 Dec 2020 19 Comments

by lynn__ in Uncategorized Tags: hearth, home, inglenook, logs, stone

A quadrille for dVerse poets hosted by Linda Lee Lyberg…

in heart of home
is hearth of stone
a cozy inglenook

all those who roam
are welcomed home
to familiar inglenook

tired souls feel inspired
near kindle logs fired
in blazing inglenook

after supper, table clear,
fond stories beg to hear
by comforting inglenook

INGLENOOK (noun, English) – A close intimate corner by a fireplace where people gather for warmth; from “ingle”, a hearth (Scots).

Stone-Fireplace

come home to harbor

24 Sep 2018 24 Comments

by lynn__ in quadrille Tags: anchor, arbor, harbor, home, love, safe, welcome

Lillian is serving up quadrilles at the dVerse poets pub tonight!

may home be calm harbor

where load is lighter, not harder

welcome all with warmest ardor

share from heart’s generous larder

offer love a safe haven to anchor

retreat from world’s loud rancor

into shelter of peaceful arbor

make our home a restful harbor

obsessed with beams

02 May 2018 3 Comments

by lynn__ in tanka Tags: architecture, building, design, home, landscape, son

Ramblings of a Writer tanka challenge: Home & Landscape

son draws in layers

architectural study

home design project

foundational beginning

building to blend in landscape

photo by lynn

crowds follow

25 Apr 2018 16 Comments

by lynn__ in quadrille Tags: confrontation, gather, healing, home, instruction, Jesus, street, synagogue

Lillian “gathers” poets to write quadrilles at dVerse this week…

Gather
for instruction
in synagogue
teacher sits down,
unrolls scripture scroll
“I have come”

Gather
for confrontation
in street
demon-possessed boy
falls, foams, rolls on ground
“Evil be gone.”

Gather
for healing
in home
lame man stands, rolls up mat
“You’re made whole.”

way of Christ’s triumphal entry (beggar)

photo by lynn

a poet in his pocket

14 Mar 2017 8 Comments

by lynn__ in free verse Tags: God, grace, home, mountain, pocket

someday
i’ll meet
God
on a
mountain
or beach
maybe at a
coffee shop and
we’ll instantly
recognize each other
with neck hugs
and back pats
then, awed
i will bow
low and
God will
smile grace,
reach down,
pick me up
and put me in
his shirt pocket
near his heart
to carry
me
home.

leave it all behind

15 Jan 2017 7 Comments

by lynn__ in haiku, tanka Tags: happy, home, life, pilgrim, way

carpe-diem-january-2017

hiking boots and stick

take bold step, do not look back

leave it all behind

* * *

all want happy life!

but not every road leads home

pilgrims will seek truth

consider Jesus, the Way

relation, not religion

January meme at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai is the “Road to Santiago”.

light snuffed out

07 Nov 2016 4 Comments

by lynn__ in lament, shape poem Tags: breath, guitar, home, life, son, song

A poem of lament, in shape of candlestick, dedicated to family of Lukas Monsma

young voice sings to guitar
sweet, yet haunting
oh, my son, I can
hear your song
on the wind

memories
don’t leave us
alone in the dark
nearly pull us apart
by plucked heart strings
strumming addicted to grief
cold, thin, mountain air
stealing our breath
mingles yours
high in sky

i’m sorry for
what was unsaid
life hangs by a thread
as we still wait for you to
turn around and come home

…and sharing music by David Nevue, “Under a Cloud” and “The Long Regret”