posting poetic prose
28 Sep 2020 27 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: cats, haibun, moon
Frank hosts haibun Monday (moon day) at dVerse poets’ pub.
Cats hunt by the light of the moon, on the prowl for frightened mice, lost birds, or warm baby bunnies. They slink sleekly; wait with tail twitching…then pounce without an ounce of apology. Cats are soft fur & purr, sharp fang & claw. They yowl and croon at the midnight hour. Mating is a loud caterwauling affair…must lust happen just below an open window?
mysterious moon
catwalks across night sky
gleams in black cat’s eye
25 Mar 2020 17 Comments
in quote, rhyming verse, tercet, Uncategorized Tags: Covid-19, loss, moon, pandemic, pray, the Light
such times of great loss can open our eyes
to see truth more clearly and recognize lies
will you find any comfort in political ties?
a plague is upon us, mutant Covid-19
streets almost empty, few people are seen
how can we possibly wash our hands clean?
ashes to ashes, we chant mournful tune
whoever thought they would die so soon?
“barn’s burnt down, now i can see moon.”
in night’s deepest darkness, the Light brightly shines
to show us the path in these difficult times:
“Do not be afraid…because you are Mine!”
will we humble ourselves, even kneel down to pray
asking God to forgive our proud wandering ways?
may He grant us his mercy and restore us today.
Linking to dVerse Poets pub where Mish encourages us to write on this quote: “Barn’s burnt down, now I can see the moon” – Mizuta Masahide.
Photo by Fusion Medical Animation on Unsplash.
06 Mar 2020 2 Comments
in poem for children, rhyming verse Tags: arboretum, cotton candy, dandelion, moon, summer, wisteria
what the world needs?
ask any child and they’ll say:
swimming pool in my backyard
or smiling dandelion bouquet!
turn world into arboretum
smell the wonderful wisteria
pass around free cotton candy
play in full moon lit mysteria
please rub on that gold genie lamp
and send us all to summer camp!
Linking to Linda’s paint chip poetry prompt here…
13 Feb 2020 1 Comment
in tan renga Tags: chrysanthemum, flower, light, moon, snow
Winter chrysanthemum,
Wearing nothing
but its own light
bright orb illuminates snow
february’s super moon
Linking this tan renga response to beautiful haiku at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
07 Dec 2019 4 Comments
in tanka Tags: cold, fire, moon, skiers, snow, wasssail
Joining in Frank Tassone‘s “Cold Moon” challenge…
cross country skiers
under december’s cold moon
track on virgin snow
night’s romantic trek ends with
hot wassail by yule log fire
image: the daring gourmet
29 Oct 2019 7 Comments
in haiku series, troiku Tags: crawdads, evening, fireflies, grass, minnows, moon, pool, prairie, summer, wind
longing for the grass
at the bottom of the pool
those fireflies.
© Buson
longing for the grass
blades wave under prairie wind
rustle in ditches
at bottom of pool
crawdads and minnows asleep
moon passes over
elusive fireflies
hide in long grasses near pond
flicker on and off
© lynn
Image and troiku challenge celebrating Carpe Diem Haiku Kai’s 7th anniversary!
15 Oct 2019 Leave a comment
in haiku, senryu Tags: hunter, light, moon, sleep
october hunter
moon is hunting, haunting my
feigned sleep — bright night light!
10 Jun 2019 23 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: bull, elk, miner, moon, pack, wolves
Inside a rustic cabin deep in Yukon territory, an old miner seasoned a simmering pot of venison stew.
Stroking his grizzled chin, he thought about the majestic elk herd he’d encountered migrating through a mountain meadow late that afternoon: one dominant young bull calling a large group of cows and calves to follow. After the herd disappeared over a ridge, a straggler came stumbling out of the trees: an old bull, wild-eyed and abandoned. Somehow he’d felt a kindred spirit to the animal…
Later, eerie howls of wolves on their twilight hunt woke him. He stirred the fire’s embers before going outside in the dark to check on his pack mule. Under waning moon, he was fumbling with the cabin latch on his return when far away an interrupted cry of the lone elk was heard as the hungry pack took him down.
An exercise in “prosery” for dVerse where Bjorn challenges us to write flash fiction of 144 words (exactly!) and include the phrase (from Robert Frost) in italics above.
23 Mar 2019 2 Comments
in haibun, haiku series Tags: coin, earth, high wire, marble, moon
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.
24 Feb 2019 2 Comments
in tan renga Tags: chestnut, crane, flowers, frost, moon, spring, traveler
A tan renga challenge at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai…original haiku by Basho followed by 2-line renga response by me 🙂
slowly spring
is making an appearance
moon and plum
fresh scent of opening buds
wafts sweetly on white moonbeams
image from Pinterest
crane and feathers
in a black robe
clouds of flowers
hungry crane dips into pond
scattered petals float away
a traveler’s heart
it also should look like
chinquapin flowers
chinese chestnut tree in bloom
curious tendrils reach out
moon past full
the beginning of a little more
darkness
gibbous seasons slowly change
beauty ripens over time
moon and flowers
the stupidity pricked by a needle
entering the colder season
stark white stars piercing black night
sharpness in the evening chill
first frost
when mums start to feel chilly
I get a cotton waist warmer
it’s time for scarves and sweaters
spring buds’ whispered memory
Haiku © Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)
Renga © lynn__
03 Dec 2018 4 Comments
in decastitch, rhyming verse Tags: angels, candles, carolers, fire, light, moon, stars
Decastitch poem of 10 lines, 10 syllables each; see Elsie at Ramblings of a Writer.
angels illuminate this holy night
wreath of candles on table flickers bright
white lights twinkle from pine branches in snow
winter moon on velvet night sheds soft glow
joyful gleam in children’s eyes wait to see
shimmering garlands encircle the tree
carolers who sing under lamp post’s glare
gather near fire’s hearth with stories to share
each window mirrors shining stars’ array
celebrate light of the world born today
Decided to expand it for smoother reading out loud…at our Christmas Eve service!
As angels illuminated this holy night,
we light wreath of candles flickering bright.
White lights twinkle from pine branches in snow,
winter moon on velvet night sheds softer glow.
Joyful gleam in child’s eyes waiting to see
shimmering tinsel garlands encircle the tree.
Carolers, who sing under lamp post’s glare,
will gather near fire’s hearth with stories to share.
Each window reflects a star pointing the way
as we celebrate the Light of the World today!
