the color of hope

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the color of hope must be soft white

like summer clouds puffing along

in cerulean sky which may gather

into dizzy-high cumulonimbus to

shudder and shower wet blessings

on thirsty fields and caked riverbeds

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the color of hope must be pale pink

like a newborn grandbaby’s tiny toes

wriggling with the joy of being bare

in the warm air to be tickled by grandpa

which soon grow nimble to run in grass

dotted with dandelions and butterflies

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the color of hope must be deep green

like a conifer forest on a mountainside

which exhales pine-scented oxygen to

support life of creatures that nest in

the upper boughs, tap bark for insects,

or rest quietly in cool daytime shadows

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Join dVerse Poets where we paint the colours of hope inspired by the poetry of Jen Feroze!

hope shines in darkness

teardrops fall
in the middle of the night
no more hope?

turn on light to read good word
spirit buoyed on waves of love


A tan renga in response to Chevrefeuille’s haiku at CDHK post “on waves of love”.

state of the world (2)

do not be afraid

we cannot see whole picture

love shall overcome

we must look beyond ourselves

Jesus Christ offers us HOPE!

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look up

A photo and quadrille of 44 words for dVerse poets on “sky” theme…

i desire to be
a prisoner of hope
captivated by love

learning to surrender
to ultimate good will;

transformed, renewed,
impassioned and freed

to serve, unreservedly, as
we await full redemption


when Jesus, our glorious
hope, returns in blazing
sky with power to reign!


“Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand. And we boast in the hope of the glory of God. “

(Romans 5:1 & 2 NIV)

autumn’s ambassador

It’s haibun Monday at dVerse Poets where we’re writing about insects!


 

I bounce along, riding the lawnmower around our farm site.  It’s windy and warm today…excellent weather for drying the crops for the imminent harvest. We’re glad for the silage we’ve already chopped for our livestock. Cows galumph toward the fence when I stop to toss the fallen apples I gathered for them.

While mowing in our grove, I am discouraged to note many trees show signs of stress. Both ash and spruce host invasive insects that bore into exposed spaces in their bark. An epidemic infestation across the nation appears to have arrived here. Time will tell if it’s lethal for these trees we planted many years ago and nurtured to a protective and glorious expanse.

While fretting about insects destroying our grove, I’m surprised by a singular monarch butterfly that flits ahead of me, leading the way. It flutters into my vision as I pass by again and again. Like a shimmer of hope, it gently clings to a leafy branch. Stunning creature with delicate legs and designer wings sent to lighten my mind in a moment of serendipity.

 

monarch messenger

flashes autumn’s joyful hues

arresting beauty

 

 

 

 

written in wee hours of a restless night

 

we live sad

(a)pathetic lives of

(un)quiet desperation in

rage, regrets, disappointment

isolated in an individual world, we

desire to be loved but do not know how;

bravely smiling on outside, slowly dying inside

how are you? ‘i’m fine’ is our standard line (really?)

looks like we, our family, civilization may self-destruct

only a hero can save us now — our hope is that God will!

 

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“For thus said the Lord God, the Holy One of Israel, ‘In returning and rest you shall be saved; in quietness and trust shall be your strength.’ But you were unwilling…Therefore the Lord waits to be gracious to you, and therefore he exalts himself to show mercy to you. For the Lord is a God of justice; blessed are all those who wait for him.  

– Isaiah 30:15 & 18

 

spring is in the air…somewhere

Tan renga with Kim at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, hosted by Kristjaan.


 

the sky is bluer
birds are singing once again
caressed by sunshine

© Kim M. Russell

each day is little longer
lenten season buds with hope!

© lynn__

 

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new year’s eve

CDHK’s weekend meditation to create “fusion ku” from 2 haiku and then write a “troiku” series, using lines of your fusion haiku. (Free image from pixabay.)


 

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rising from wild seas
a few stars

filling
the glass with candlelight
champagne

© Jane Reichhold

 

 

 

raise glass to new year
candlelight and stars twinkle
above champagne seas

 

raise glass to new year
share toast and kiss at midnight
uncork thankfulness

candlelight and stars twinkle
hold out brave hopes for future
in uncertain darkness

above champagne seas,
wild waves roll with bubbly foam
high tide is rising

© lynn__

 

 

hope grows green

 

 

hope-2

 

image and “hope” theme from Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

 

 

 

 

hope will arise

September is Suicide Prevention month…linking with Ramblings of a Writer for “emotions & healing” prompt.

 

We never know the black hole into which another soul has fallen…

 

darkest emotions
troubles press into death wish
Stop! glimpse healing light

 

 

In U.S. call:  National Suicide Prevention Lifeline – Call 800-273-TALK (8255)

hope wears white

CDHK weekend fusion challenge: fuse two haiku, then create troiku…

 

temple bells die out
the fragrant blossoms remain
a perfect evening

will we meet again
here at your flowering grave –
two white butterflies

© Basho

 

church bells’ somber ring
fragrance of casket flowers
butterflies wing hope

© lynn

 

church bell’s somber ring
ask for whom is it tolling?
time waits for no one

fragrance of casket flowers
roses, daisies, carnations
florals dress-up death

butterflies wing hope
loved by two mothers, i know
we will meet again

 

 

 

 

struggle is real

An etheree poem with 10 lines of increasing syllables.This is also a quadrille of 44 words, including the word “fire”. Read more at d’Verse Poets pub

 

stress

hard pressed

fire’s hot test

find release valve

to manage pressure

start to count love’s good gifts

name all that makes you grateful

hold joy in life’s little moments

live each day with enthusiasm

clinging to hope, you will not crash and burn

 


It’s calving time on the farm and our manager/son had an emergency appendectomy so he’s laid up for a month. The rest of us are working hard trying to cover for his absence! 

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