02 Mar 2022
by lynn__
in quadrille
Tags: ekphrastic poetry , mountain , raind
Joseph Farquharson ‘Cauld Blaws the Wind Frae East to West’ (1888)
war is a
desolate, cold mountain;
obstacle to and reason for refugees
where savage wind blows fear,
pelting rain drives misery,
grief burdens the weary,
even as
memories, dreams
ooze away with mud.
Linking this quadrille to dVerse for a “March wind” ekphrastic challenge with Merril…
30 Jan 2020
by lynn__
in Uncategorized
Tags: dream , drive , mountain , restroom , sleep , toilets , traffic
drifting into sleep
i sometimes startle
wide awake to avoid
swerve into oncoming traffic
or drive off mountain curve
but in deeper dreams
in public places i
desperately search
for a clean restroom
to find only stalls with
unhinged doors and
plugged toilets
Linking to Lillian’s prompt at dVerse on dreams…mine being less than poetic.
25 Jul 2019
by lynn__
in fusion haiku , troiku
Tags: camp , hikers , mountain , picnic , skies , sun , willow
Create a fusion haiku from these 2 classics, then write a troiku for CDHK…
blue autumn skies
folded into mountains
purple shadow
© Jane Reichhold (1937-2016)
such a hot day
my shadow needs to cool down
under the willow
© Kyoshi Takahama (1874-1958)
my “fusion” haiku:
cloudless sapphire skies
sun casts shadows of heatwave
mountain willow shade
© lynn__
my “troiku” series:
cloudless sapphire skies
left camp early to climb peak
perfect summer day
sun casting shadows
of hikers on rocky path
break into a sweat
mountain willow shade
rest to unpack picnic lunch
inhale alpine air
14 Mar 2019
by lynn__
in senryu , tanka
Tags: air , blue , lungs , mountain , summit , Torreys
A few years ago, I climbed Mt. Torreys with my brother who has climbed many of Colorado’s 14ers. (Photo found at all trails )
inhale mountain air
top-of-world experience
scale barren summit
bird’s eye view of blue vista
worth gulping lungs, aching legs
photo by Brian Mehringer
20 Feb 2019
by lynn__
in couplet
Tags: beach , cabin , island , mountain , silent , wisdom
it’s easy to imagine a snug log cabin in the woods
when you’re sipping tea on a quiet snowy day
it’s easy to imagine a cruise to a tropical island
when you’re trying on a pair of glamorous sunglasses
it’s easy to imagine hiking up a clear mountain trail
when you’re climbing stairs with another load of laundry
it’s easy to imagine lying on a private sandy beach
when you’re painting the house in hot summer sun
it’s easy to imagine speaking wisdom into the world
when you’re silent because you think no one is listening
30 Oct 2018
by lynn__
in free verse
Tags: ginger , mountain , ponies , steppe , stew , yurt
Linking to dVerse poetics and Lillian’s prompt to write “once upon a …”
once upon a yurt…
out on the barren steppe
below snowy mountain peak
where mongolian ponies gallop
beside smoky cow-dung fire ring
stirring pot of seasoned beef stew
aromas of ginger and garlic wafting
tickle nose of almond-eyed baby boy
who sneezes mightily into shadows of
future as conqueror-to-be, Genghis Khan
03 Jul 2018
by lynn__
in haiku , tanka
Tags: angel , blossom , empress , mountain , paulownia , sunlight
This tanka began as a “fusion” haiku inspired by Carpe Diem Haiku Kai …
in mountain meadow
source: leafsnap.com
one paulownia blossom
flutters through sunlight
like an angel, brings message
of creator’s intentions
Note: The paulownia tree, native to China, is also called “empress tree”.
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Combination of these two haiku:
a distant mountain
seen in the sunlight:
a desolate field
a leaf of a paulownia tree
has fallen
in the sunlight
© Takahama Kyoshi (Tr. Katsuya Hiromoto)
11 Jul 2017
by lynn__
in free verse
Tags: climb , Long's Peak , mountain , pilgrimage , serenity
sixty-one years young,
he feels lean, fit and
needs mountain to climb;
wants to test stamina on
tough colorado 14er, even
if summit proves stronger.
silence any fear of lion or bear,
concentrate on challenge of
altitude, rock scale, exposure.
drawn from flatland stress
toward heights of serenity,
he packs gear for one, solo
climb yet won’t be alone;
God descends mountain and
i will long for him at the peak.
14 Mar 2017
by lynn__
in free verse
Tags: God , grace , home , mountain , pocket
someday
i’ll meet
God
on a
mountain
or beach
maybe at a
coffee shop and
we’ll instantly
recognize each other
with neck hugs
and back pats
then, awed
i will bow
low and
God will
smile grace,
reach down,
pick me up
and put me in
his shirt pocket
near his heart
to carry
me
home.
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