popurri sensorial

in downtown boaco, nicaragua,

from pillared balcony we view

a celebration of woman’s day

while folkloric dancers twirl skirts

and babies cry in central plaza.

below cathedral’s clanging bell,

where thorny sangre de Cristo blooms,

a carnival worker pushes carousel and

smells of exhaust, tamales, popcorn mix;

un perro stretches lazily across bench

as thin horse clops by with firewood

and motorcycles roar past hotel

along steep somoza-stoned streets

under pastel sunset behind hills,

the city lights blink to night music.

photo by lynn

triolet nicaraguanse

life may seem perfect in paradise

but don’t drink the agua in managua

when you travel abroad, cheles, be wise

life may seem perfect in paradise

both piety and poverty wear a disguise

tourist trap market maze sells smells of iguana

life may seem perfect in paradise

but don’t drink the agua in managua


“Agua” is water and “cheles” refers to light-skinned people. A triolet is a poem with 8 lines and ABaAabAB rhyme/repeat scheme.

crater lagoon, nicaragua


ubiquitous mists of cloud forest
layered in reflective lagoon’s
volcanic depths harboring ancient
crustaceans which rarely dare to
skim surface to kiss rhythmic raindrop
ripples while howler monkeys
groom their mates and sloths sleep
in green arms of upper canopy

farmers of nearby village
oblivious to jaguar’s hunger
herd a meager group of thin
cows past tin huts with leaky banana-
leaf thatched roofs, making mud of
dirt floors where chickens scratch
and little children play with pebbles
while mamas prepare tortillas

Ekphrastic poetry at dVerse poets’ pub featuring the late Fay Collins’ artwork…actual location is a matter of interpretation!

overripe for freedom?

Current events quadrille for the Nicaraguan people…and dVerse!


Nicaraguans are



image from pinterest


taking it to the streets;

cobblestone city streets,

paved with “somoza” stones

of past dictatorships;

socialism promised

justice but in reality

cobbled the people

who’ve had enough

of corruption and

being lorded over by

self-serving politicians

who bury citizens

under bureaucracy.

prayer on a plot of land

*Praise for our Farmer-to-Farmer partners in Nicaragua who signed legal titles making them new land owners of their family plots.


Padre nuestro que estás en los cielos

He is the Father of all; both Nicaraguans and Americans.


Santificado sea tu Nombre

We worship him in our own cultures and languages.


Venga tu reino

His kingdom brings physical and spiritual renewal.


Hágase tu voluntad

He works his will in the lives of faith-full farmers.


En la tierra como en el cielo

The land, weather and eternity belong to him.


Danos hoy el pan de este día

We want to be able to feed our families each day.


y perdona nuestras deudas

By his pierced hands all our debts are paid.


como nosotros perdonamos nuestros deudores

We purpose to live at peace with God and each other.


y no nos dejes caer en al tentación

There are no short cuts to integrity.


sino que líbranos del malo.

He alone can free us from our own selfishness.


(photo by Rolando Mejia, Farmer-to-Farmer Facebook site)

Esperanza es Esencial

(a sestina)


The hollow stares of hungry children

along the rural dirt roads of Nicaragua

haunt us; we wonder how they will grow.

Family squatters on plantation farms;

laborers for landowners, not partners.

Who will help people aching for hope?


Corruption feeds the raw hopelessness;

political powers disregard needs of children.

Fathers must go find work, leaving partners.

Hurricanes and earthquakes rock Nicaragua.

Disillusionment fills the stomachs of poor farmers.

Can the rainy season inspire lush dreams to grow?


Restless longings of youth and age are growing

like howler monkeys hanging on vines, hopeful

in spite of elusive prospects that leave farmers

without funds to buy school shoes for their children.

Dignity and determination possessed by Nicaraguans

may yet transform desperation by a strong partnership.


They need land loans and encouraging partners

who will water dormant dreams to boldly grow.

See machete-wielding campesinos of Nicaragua

clear parcels of land and build better houses on hope.

Families together enrich soils of mountains and children,

planting red beans, coffee and fruit trees on their own farms.


Linked together, North American and Nica farmers

join hearts and hands in prayerful partnership;

envisioning a new future for bright-eyed children

and encouraging their greener dreams to grow.

Providing opportunities which renew hopefulness

by reaching out to our neighbors in Nicaragua.


Norteamericanos can learn much from Nicaraguans:

Value simple blessings and family-friendly farming

The practice of contentment fills one with hopefulness

Mutual respect breaks down barriers to partnership

Stepping beyond comfort zones makes faith grow

Real vision for future and education, will feed children.


Building hope-filled partnerships

between Nicaragua and Iowa farmers

offers growth opportunities for all God’s children!