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



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! 

hope surprises

Keeping hope alive with dVerse Poets in a “quadrille” of exactly 44 words…


hope dangles around courage’s neck,

name etched on soldier’s dog tag.


image by lynn


hope throbs within young love’s heart,

hands held in first awkward clasp.


hope gazes into future’s eyes,

grandchildren carry family name.


hope laughs in fear’s masked face,

dove flies home after violent storm.

hope not seen

Sharing with dVerse…fits earlier prompts for list poem and sensory play.


hope smells

like fresh petrichor

of welcome spring rain


hope tastes

like first juicy tomato

of sun-ripened summer


hope sounds

like migration call

of swan o’er autumn field


hope feels

like flickering flame

of log in winter hearth


For in this hope we were saved. Now hope that is seen is not hope. For who hopes for what he sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience.

(Romans 8:24-25 ESV)

beginning shimmers


art by felix gonzales torres

step into unknown

with trusting hope for each day

as new year begins

ephphatha: be opened

Prayer in “quadrille” form, exactly forty-four words…link to dVerse Poets


Open my hands

to receive extravagant grace

Open my ears

to hear shepherd’s voice

Open my eyes

to see beauty of narrow way

Open my mind

to know transforming truth

Open my mouth

to speak words of hope

Open my heart

to love courageously.


Jesus spoke “Ephphatha!” to deaf/mute man (see Mark 7:31-37)

hope springs eternal



Doesn’t this beautiful photo of apple blossoms on orange background lift one’s spirit?  One more day of NaPoWriMo challenge to write 30 poems in 30 days!  A lot of mine were haiku/haiga  🙂


spring’s promise

magnolia-1 copy

Magnolia theme and photo from  Carpe Diem Haiku Kai .  A haiga in honor of host, Kristjaan, who recently lost his father.


At last!


A promise to return

after darkness falls deepest.

Hope hangs on the eastern

edge of history’s horizon.

Nothing can stop the dawn

from overtaking night’s domain.


The whole sky brightens with

cloud colors of blazing glory.

Light reclaims this world and

we earthlings stare, illuminated.

That morning begs a question:

Will you fly toward Him…or away?