flash flood

do you hear rush of rain?

set pump in drain!

sound pounding on roof?

gutters overflow proof!

what follows a flood?

splash puddles and mud!

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moisture soaks flower’s bud

crops drink shower’s dew

(there’s new lake in view!)

pump drain, gutters flow into puddles and mud

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This is written in Spanish “ovillejo” form as prompted at dVerse poets last week.

if plants could pray

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Lord, do you hear the corn?

parched leaves curl inward

desperate to conserve moisture

green tips point up, reaching

toward heaven’s hot expanse

in dry plea for relief

do i see small rain cloud form?

hear faint rumble of distant thunder?

oh, yes and amen

crops thank you in advance

faith grows greener

hurricane warning

Extreme winds and seaweed-filled storm surge during Hurricane Dennis.

Extreme winds and seaweed-filled storm surge during Hurricane Dennis. Key West, Florida. (Mike Theiss/National Geographic/Getty Images)

torrential downpour

beats against shuttered windows

winds rip off shingles

ears glued to weather channel

till electricity quits

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My response to the Sunday time challenge at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.  Landlocked in Iowa, I’m glad we never experience hurricanes directly…we have tornadoes!

messenger pigeon

 

He cried tears of sorrow

over creatures who rebelled

and washed the earth clean

of violence in ancient times

( humanity hasn’t changed )

faith-full Noah rode out storm

with motley-crewed menagerie

in huge hand-built (pitched

and precariously pitching) boat

until drencher rain stopped,

floodwaters began to recede

when raven embarks from ark,

on long reconnaissance mission

pumping back and forth across

expansive sea on strong wings.

days later, Noah let out a dove,

delicate creature in search of

nesting place for her young.

first flight aborted, exhausted

re-released after (weak) week

she returns with an olive branch

of peace to the human family (who

bowed) under God’s bow of promise

— aimed back at Him who would

bear our sin and rescue the world.

 

 


A prose poem linked to dVerse poets where Laura Bloomsbury encourages us to take flight!

still life spice

 

fall smell of wet leaves

~ cinnamon apple slices ~

refreshed after rain

 

still+life

 


Link to Carpe Diem‘s weekend challenge to write to still life image above.

for love of the land

 

in midwest’s gently green and rolling hills
my farmer grew up living on the land

his father farmed the same fields years before
where now our son is living on the land

i garden in the plot his mother hoed
she taught me ways of living on the land

dependent on both sunshine and on rain
God’s presence witnessed living on the land

the smells and sounds of cattle fill old barn
new calves are birthed and living on the land

we nurture crops and work to feed the world
from dawn past sundown living on the land

i learned to drive a tractor baling hay
lynn, city girl, loves living on the land

 

 


Linking this ghazal form poem to dVerse Poets where you can read more!

call of the crane

Carpe Diem invites us to create a tan renga in response to this haiku which Kikaku wrote for his mentor, Basho, when Basho lay ill and dying…


 

how I wish to call
a white crane from Fukei
…but for this cold rain.

© Kikaku

listen…white crane’s lonesome cry
echos torrential sadness

© lynn__

 

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wood block print by Eiichi Kotozuka

weathered stones

This week, Sarah Southwest hosts dVerse poetics and invites us to write ekphrastic poetry featuring artwork by Mary Frances from her “New Worlds in Old Stones”…

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mid-western disaster

Linking late to Linda’s “water” prompt at dVerse poetics


 

water, water, water, everywhere!
dark clouds broiling across plains’
hard-crusted snowy landscape; soil
soaked by heavy rains, washes into
half-frozen rivers, ice breaks loose
floating icebergs grind along banks
dragging down bridges, trees, poles;
pressured dam gives way into torrent
that floods downstream in spreading
wave that engulfs barns, farmhouses’
families escape on muddy roads while
cattle are trapped on shrinking islands
hay bales swept away, fields ruined and
Nebraska is once again a broad ocean…

 

 

 

 

 

 

soggy bottoms

Elsie at Ramblings of a Writer challenges us to write a poem using “water” and “thirst”. Mine is an “etheree” with ten lines, each of increasing syllables.


 

wet

when it
rains it pours

saturation,
precipitation,
weather aberration

water cannot drain away
groundwater rises, creek beds flood

farmers, crops and lawns thirst for sunshine
iowa’s summer uncommonly wet!

 

hey bun, issa mud mess!

 

enough rain here five to six inches already and counting with basements filling and ditches flowing as swollen rivers carry away sheep too frightened to move to higher ground and wash out culverts which derailed a train of oil tanker cars spilling into the flooded fields and seeping downstream calling out hazmat teams and trucks hauling rocks while farmers groan at wet hay rotting crops covered with silt and black soil carried away and why must it rain another day?

 

farmers grow webbed feet

wading through muddy season

who’s building that ark?

 

 

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road wash-out next to flooded field

 


Jilly at dVerse poets encourages writers to “break the rules” with this week’s haibun. Our local weather has been unconventional too….and destructive.

summer solstice

Rhyming couplets with Frank at dVerse

 

notice yesterday’s date marked june twenty-one

means every day now we’ll see less of the sun

 

calendar says it was first day of summer

heat and humidity might be a bummer

 

we’ve had plenty of rain, thick clouds hide the sun

a hot sunny day watching ball sounds like fun!

 

 

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