Happy to join Kristjaan at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai in an ekphrastic prompt!
in surreal dream scene
mysterious smoke signals
above lonely tree
is this a call to battle
or full moon celebration?
river of sustenance
03 Nov 2018 2 Comments
in renga Tags: cicada, heron, house, lonely, moon, river, water
at the gate of a deserted house,
a cicada is crying in the rays
of the evening sun © Shiki
neighbors left hot summer house
allow insects to move in
pressing sushi;
after a while,
a feeling of loneliness © Buson
parents and children are gone
eating alone so quiet
the coolness
of the sound of water at night,
falling back into the well © Issa
overfilling my bucket
splashing on path back to hut
autumn’s bright moon,
however far I walked, still afar off
in an unknown sky © Chiyo-Ni
harvest moon is calling me
reflections on dark water
all my years
floating in the river
a childish heart © J. Reichhold
living half my life on our
family’s wooden sampan
a flash of lightning:
the screech of a night-heron
flying in the darkness © Basho
monsoon rains and avian
wildlife are my companions
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Italicized “renga” responses © lynn. Linking to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai .
lonely or alone is a choice
18 Apr 2018 6 Comments
in haibun, senryu Tags: alone, choice, husband, lonely, peace, sleep, wife
Linking to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai‘s “loneliness” haibun prompt.
My husband and I don’t sleep together anymore. Yes, it happened slowly and yet it was by choice…my husband’s but I influenced him. As newlyweds buying furniture, I encouraged him to pick out a recliner but, not wanting to be a “lazy boy” by association, he declined.
For years, I was a poor sleeper who desperately sought rest. I complained if awakened when hubby worked late (often), rose early (sometimes), or got up during night to check livestock (seasonal). My alert sensory apparatus took intense interest in all these nocturnal comings and goings. Worries about my husband’s apparent workaholism aggravated my insomnia. I was a co-dependent sleeper to a man who had little appreciation for circadian rhythms.
Fast forward to time our middle son broke his leg and the doctor suggested he sleep in a recliner with his leg raised. I called my husband from the surgery center. “Honey, if you ever wanted a recliner, now would be the time to buy one. Why don’t you go pick one out?” He did; it would be a life-changing decision.
Our son’s recovery led to my husband’s discovery…that recliner was comfortable! He could fall asleep to a movie without me grumbling about noise in bed. When calving season came, he would get up during the night, check cows, and spend remaining hours of darkness in the chair so as not to wake the queen. It eventually became a habit since we both slept better.
On vacation, camping or otherwise, we enjoy sleeping together…time apart seems to have a “honeymoon effect” when we reunite. And my husband knows he’s welcome to visit anytime!
ships pass in the night
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farmer snores in recliner
dear wife sleeps in peace
national day of prayer
05 May 2016 Leave a comment
in prayer Tags: children, hungry, lonely, nation, prayer
Prayer is raising our emptiness to be filled by His presence.
“O Divine Master, grant
that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console,
to be understood as to understand,
to be loved as to love. “ – St.Francis
Lord, i’m just one person
of little position or power,
disillusioned with politics,
wondering how to pray
for this nation and world;
where truth is trampled
justice twisted unjustly;
the violated commit violence,
the bullied become bullies
and sadness spills like rain.
as you offered Yourself
may i give myself fully
to love on your children,
feed the hungry souls,
visit the sick, sad, lonely,
beginning in my own home.
a poem in my pocket 
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