west bend

08 Sep 2026 10 Comments

by lynn__ in quadrille, Uncategorized Tags: , , , , ,

who expects classical sculpture
in rural iowa town?

life-size figures of carrara marble
(think italy and michelangelo)
set with care inside massive stone shrine

rocky labyrinth of many rooms, this grotto of
the redemption hides like xenolith within prairie bedrock

created by concrete-mixing priest.

The Grotto at West Bend IA

Melissa hosts quadrilles (44 word poems) at dVerse Poets. Theme is”xenolith” which is a fragment of foreign stone trapped inside larger igneous rock. Photos by lynn_

greatest show on earth

23 Mar 2019 2 Comments

by lynn__ in haibun, haiku series Tags: , , , ,

After sunrise early one morning, I watched the full moon still hovering in the pale western sky. Momentarily, it appeared as a bright shiny coin balanced on an electric line; a high wire act, ready to roll like a big white marble down a track; a cosmic toy staged by a playful Designer. I wondered if the weight of it would bend the wire low to the ground causing sparks or if it would tip off and crash to earth, creating a sizable crater. As I observed, it fell…slow motion…through the wires and was caught safely in net of bare tree branches, averting disaster. The earth turned, the water tank filled, and I went back to chores.

(VI.)

starlight’s beauty fades

overwhelmed by sun’s glory

full moon in retreat

 

Linking to Carpe Diem‘s retreat…this haiku is #6 in my joy of light series.

cemetery guardian

16 Jun 2016 26 Comments

by lynn__ in free verse, story Tags: , , , ,

 

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St. George’s Cemetery, Bermuda

Near white sand beach,
inside the old church yard,
I stand watchful guard over
earthly body of departed child;
another angel, in human form,
who visited briefly here to be
caught in a rapid blue riptide.
I can only offer marble blooms
and silent stony vigilance.

Come visit the small grave
and cry on my empty arm,
broken from reaching; touch
my clipped wing, fractured
by gathered years of sorrow.
But even as heaven’s stars
gaze, I know the sweet spirit
has taken flight, like red scent
of hibiscus on ocean breeze.

 

Link to dVerse Poets Pub where Lillian is hosting a “chiseled conversation”…the photograph above is hers!