tearful nights

Linking to dVerse poetics where Amaya asks us to “cry me a river” with music.


 

why do i love you still

so deeply it hurts?

cry of man’s solo voice

breaks lonely hearts

sigh of flute’s minor-keyed

lament clearly haunts

try to release emotion in

sealed letters unsent

nigh insane from promised

satin nights unspent

fly to LOVE himself, the

primal truth unbent.

 

For me, this old song is crying put to music. To love is to be vulnerable and to risk not being reciprocated…but we love anyway and love is real; powerful, often painful.

The Moody Blues first recorded this song in 1967 and here they reunited to sing it again years later.

In my youthful innocence, I first thought the words were “knights in white satin” 🙂  I play flute so I’m drawn to the instrument’s mellow sound.

For believers, love songs can also reflect God’s amazing love for us!

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Wishing everyone a very Merry Christmas!!

(and linking to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai‘s countdown)

 

 

birth of baby boy

God’s love in every language

lies crying on straw

 

 

Merry Christmas!

exotic postmark

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai prompt to write of classic kigo, “ran” (orchid).

 

symmetry blossoms

in small post office lobby

— tropical orchid —

tender, delicate, and brave

sending messages of love

 

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photo by lynn

love’s thorns

 

Rose of Sharon

wore crown of thorns

as he stretched out arms to die

…for me

 

 

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A Rose Amongst the Thorns by Reaper xxiv

 

remembrances

Challenge at CDHK to create an original “fusion” haiku from two classics and then use each line to write a “troiku” series of three more haiku.  Here’s my attempt…

 

crystal brook
reflects the willow trees
birds sing their song

sweet perfume
memories of a loved one
Jasmine blossom

© Yozakura

brook’s crystal waters

reflect sweet jasmine blossoms

scented memories

© lynn

brook’s crystal waters

brace trout swimming upstream

bait hook with fly lure

 

sweet jasmine blossoms

speak white-petaled wisdom’s way

nurture tender vines

 

scented memories

of father and mother’s love

listen to bird song

 

 

 

 

come home to harbor

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

 

 

honey-dewed sighs

 

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

victorian love notes

 

my dear iris,

you left me with

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on my garden anemone

how can i trust your foxglove love?

offer me bluebells and ivy…

perhaps i shall arrange them in a
vase with fragrant yellow roses.

 

ah, sweet william,

now that i’ve returned

it is best to plant pansies
in the windowboxes

come away with me and
enjoy the lillies of the valley

let us climb the ripe plum tree!

 

 

 


In the Victorian era, flowers spoke secret messages. Sarah at dVerse poets explains the meanings of different blooms (as used in my poem). Say it with flowers!

blessings (to the fourth degree)

 

a precious girl gifted by God above

another sister multiplies the love

her name is biblical, Anna Noel 

a coo that’s softer, sweeter than a dove

 

her liquid eyes deeper than sky of blue

she follows and reflects emotions true

with roundly curving cheeks and hair so fair

dear granddaughter, we’re all in love with you!

 

 


A rubaiyat of iambic pentameter with stanzas of 4 lines, rhyme scheme: AABA, and linked to dVerse Poets where Frank is hosting tonight. logo-napowrimo

planting poet-tree

 

time to plant a poet-tree

gently dig a loamy hole

water roots creatively

fertilize with wit and soul

 

nurtured by attentive love

sapling poet-tree will grow

spread out branches, shelter dove

harvest of ripe fruits bestow

 

 

 


The tanaga form is part of an oral tradition going back to the early 16th century (eg. Twinkle, twinkle little star). It comes in stanzas of four lines with seven syllables per line. It often rhymes, even rhyming each line of a stanza on the same rhyme sound, but it can have variable rhyme patterns. It can also have more than one stanza. Frank hosts tanaga prompt at dVerse Poets.

a promise is to keep

double bands of shiny gold

worth more than karats

love’s forever promise bold

heartfire’s diamond facets

 

God witnesses our vow

joyful organ music plays

life as farmer’s wife now

better together…we stay

 

lost my wedding ring

after laying it down

while wall-papering;

forgotten with frown

 

replace with simple band

but heart hurt for a time

when mother passed away

her diamond became mine

 

set her lovely gem in gold

with another band below

blessings of our sons be told;

five small diamonds in a row

 

jeweled gift as valued token

from one lover to another

living out our pledges spoken

create family, father, mother.

 

 

 


Linking to d’Verse Poetics with Sarah’s “love token” prompt!

the source

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I John 4:19

 

Jesus IS…the first,

best,

greatest,

true love of my life.

 

God IS…the author

of all real love.

He pursues his own with a

relentless,

unconditional,

irresistible gracious love.

 

In fact,

“God is crazy about YOU…and there’s nothing you can do about it!”

(to quote an anonymous coffee cup)

 

happy valentines day 

 

 

 

 

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