posting poetic prose
11 Nov 2019 2 Comments
in quadrille Tags: confidence, faith, heart, life, memories, smile
keep the best memories
let unpleasant ones go
keep faith in truth
turn from all false-ness
keep forward movement
stop procrastination now
keep expressing your heart
ignore rude criticism
keep head held high
don’t lose confidence
keep smiling at life
watch life smile back!
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Too late to link but inspired by Kim at dVerse to write quadrille (44 words) on “keep”.
15 Oct 2018 1 Comment
in haiku, haiku series, troiku Tags: brook, jasmine, love, memories, trout, vines
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
01 Oct 2018 5 Comments
in haiku, senryu Tags: cherry blossoms, friend, memories, moon
First haiku by Basho, second a revision by me…linked to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
samazama no koto omoidasu sakura kana
how many, many things
they call to mind
these cherry-blossoms!
recall, my friend, those
cherry blossom memories!
…many moons ago
06 Jun 2018 Leave a comment
in haiku Tags: blossoms, breeze, mandarin orange, memories
Hana Tachibana means “mandarin orange blossoms” and is a Japanese “kigo”, season word, used in haiku and featured at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.
fresh breeze scented by
mandarin orange blossoms
tang of memories
13 Dec 2017 5 Comments
in haibun Tags: Christmas, love, memories, surprises
Holiday haibun (prose exactly 200 words, Frank!) for dVerse “surprise” prompt
Christmas is a season of surprises. It began with virgin birth of a king in a cave, marked by a magnificent star. An angel choir sent musical birth announcements. Visitors included local shepherds fresh from the fields and, later, foreign scholars bearing tokens of wealth. The gifts were unusual for a baby shower but signified the child’s future rule, life’s sacrifice, and atoning death.
We celebrate Christmas with surprises hung in stockings, wrapped in packages under trees, bright lights to see and sweet treats to eat. It’s fun to delight someone we love with a gift that “fits” them perfectly. Guests may appear unexpectedly like changeable weather that alternates between merry and dreadful. Mistletoe, moods and mayhem can take us by surprise during the holy (holly) days.
The best surprises are little moments of unanticipated kindness during this season of good cheer. “Adopted” grandparents (now deceased) give children candy advent calendars with a window treat for each day of December. A busy mom who delivers a plate of homemade goodies with her children. A hearty hug and teary smile from an elderly relative in a senior center. A neighbor boy who leaves greeting card and his artwork in a mailbox.
stories of Christmas
wrapped with shiny memories
love surprises us
21 Jul 2017 Leave a comment
in haiku Tags: blackberry, jam, kisses, memories, winter
kisses sweet as jam
memories of seasons past
blackberry winter
free image from pixabay
06 Jul 2017 6 Comments
in tanka Tags: fun, live, memories, play, sunshine
Jumping on Kiwinana’s weekly tanka challenge: life & fun
live your life out loud
play in sunshine, rest in shade
take a little risk
enjoy fun time with loved ones
make good memories today
Talsma’s Trail Park
10 Jan 2017 5 Comments
in haibun, list poem Tags: childhood, club, friends, memories, Peanuts
The crawl space of childhood’s basement offered an obvious place for our secret club. We climbed red-bench invitation to reach spool knob and swing open a wide (but very short) plywood door; then clambered up, one-by-one, into our hide-out. Sliding over corrugated cardboard flooring, the first brave soul would pull the string to a single lightbulb. Neighborhood kids formed collaborative huddle amid boxes of empty canning jars and old books. Dark, cobwebbed corners added aura of mystery (not to mention arachnid fear) to our clandestine meetings. With conspiratorial whispers, we’d conduct official club business and ritual passing of candy before breaking out the “Peanuts” board game. Hanging out with Charlie Brown’s gang, we rolled the dice, collected comic character tiles, and took our turns in the “Booby Hatch”.
childhood memories
password protected clubhouse
friendship’s secret code
09 May 2016 6 Comments
in tan renga Tags: grief, leaves, memories, seasons
My “tan renga” response to “hokku” at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai…
the willow leaves fallen,
the spring gone dry,
rocks here and there
© Yosa Buson (1716-1784)
past memories in scrapbooks
photographic mind fading
(c) lynn__
a dream in a dream
sand slipping through old fingers
autumn leaves turn red
© Georgia
final glory of seasons
grief and love in letting go
(c) lynn__
photo by lynn
21 Apr 2016 1 Comment
in tanka Tags: dog, friend, Lily, memories, rabbits
Lily
miss my furry friend;
so many peaceful rabbits
…reminders of her
we watch them nibble clover
growing fat, no need to run
08 Jul 2015 6 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: attic, books, memories
inside antique trunk
memories’ dust collated
open fragile leaves
Photo, prompt and links to more haiku found at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
25 Jul 2014 8 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: memories, ocean, seaweed, shells, time, waves
droplets
of water,
miniscule
seconds
of time
collected into
myriad foaming
minutes
of salty brine
spraying wildly
off crests
of rolling
hours;
incessant waves,
pounding out
days
upon the shore.
an ocean
relentlessly
reclaiming
sands of
years
in wrinkling
imprint on
beaches strand,
leaving us
with shiny
scattered
bits & pieces,
of shells;
lives
iridescent
memories.
we pick up
the pretty
moments,
turning
these over
in our hands
to take home
for display
in pint jars
upon shelves,
but best to
leave slimy
clumps of
seaweed
to dry to
brittleness
with the
passage
of time.
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http://dversepoets.com/2014/07/24/bold-metaphors-and-images-avoiding-words-like-like-and-as/
Response to Claudia’s metaphor challenge and Mary’s earlier poetics on “time”.
