posting poetic prose
07 Sep 2018 6 Comments
in quadrille Tags: castle, eagle, estate, nest, queen, stone
“Aye, glen eyrie…
valley of eagles’s nest,”
spoken by scottish landscaper
adopted by american railroad tycoon
as name for estate & manor
dream designed for cherished “queen”
nestled within rocky mountains
stone garden of the gods
she suffered heart attack
never lived in her castle
photo by lynn
16 Aug 2018 17 Comments
in mirror poem Tags: chest, hands, heart, honey, love, mirror, nest
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
21 Jun 2018 9 Comments
in quadrille Tags: cycle, fragile, life, nest, parents, son, thrill, wheels
teen-age male on
testosterone
in search of new
thrills-on-wheels
dreams of motorcycle;
engine roar combines
with speed’s blur…
wind-in-face freedom.
middle-age parents
experience concern,
envision fragile-ness
of life-and-limb;
postpone possibility
until son leaves family nest…
Forty-four word quadrille for “cycle” prompt at dVerse Poets this week…
04 Apr 2017 3 Comments
in tanka Tags: departure, eggs, fledglings, nest, robins
Our youngest son graduates from his homeschool studies in May.
robins weave their nest
blue-egged hatchlings cheep hunger
parents hunt for grubs
vital, patient flight lessons
fledglings leave safety of home
27 May 2016 7 Comments
in american sentence Tags: doves, eggs, life, nest, storm
(Verse written as American sentences; each a 17-syllable rant)
Puzzled robin perches on downed tree branch
next to nest of broken eggs.
Selfish force of storm has ripped potential life joy
from its safe sanctum.
Ravaged grove stands in stark silence except
for coo~coos of mourning doves.
12 Apr 2015 1 Comment
in haiku Tags: birdhouse, frozen, nest, red, wrens
photo by lynn
wrens did not return
youngest son built new birdhouse
our hearts are frozen
late wrens sit in bush
life is more than building nests
sing little hearts out
photo: Michael Finn, birdwatchireland.ie
a poem in my pocket 
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