night tides

full moon calls softly,

“come outside on deck tonight,

shadow dance with me…”

who can resist her silver?

moonstruck orcas leap with glee!

tanka and photo by lynn__

prognostications

Yes, the calendar says that February 2 is Groundhog’s Day. So what’s that to me? I may be a German groundhog but I am NOT getting up for any festivities, especially for Candlemas. I must finish hibernating and am feeling all tuckered out…now please, just let me sleep!

What in tarnation is all that commotion atop my burrow? Stop ringing that #punxsutawney% bell up there! I thought Gobbler’s Knob was a peaceful neighborhood but it’s gone to the prairie dogs, I say. There’s no shadow of a doubt, I’ve had my phil of winter in these parts already!

winter’s soft shadow

falls upon snowy landscape

seek comfort of hearth


Frank hosts haibuns at dVerse poets in observance of Groundhog’s Day…

shadow tales of cedar

 

Goldi wander in wood?

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Red Cedar by Emily Carr

beware of three bears

see them growling!

 

is Red in the hood?

big bad wolf out there

hear him howling!

 

scare Peter but good

should tinkle bells wear

stop them prowling!

 

 

 

 

 


Link to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads‘ prompt inspired by Emily Carr’s art.

dark shadorma

A shadorma is a 6 line poem with 3-5-3-3-7-5 syllable counts. 


 

 

in shadow

motivation comes

suicide

double death

why two lovers hate themselves?

asphyxiation

 

 

 


Many years ago, a teenage co-worker, Barry, and his girlfriend died together in his car running inside a garage. I still sadly wonder…why? Tonight, we discuss suicide at NAMI support group.

 

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sunset bridge

 

city silhouette

citrus sky ripens slowly

shadow swallows sun

 

 

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photo by lynn

foreboding

 

How are we wandering Americans to know it’s Canada’s provincial parks camping weekend?  Of course, all campgrounds from Jasper to Banff are overflowing so we drive on. Sun is setting low over the pass when we find a lonely parking lot near trailhead where we can park our pickup camper for the night. Tired of riding, we decide to check out the trail as dusk settles on forest.

Light fades fast in the high country, exaggerating shapes and shadows.  Full skirts of fir trees appear as dark illustrations straight from the Brothers Grimm.  My apprehension only serves to amplify the crunch of pine needles and sounds of skittering.  We meet last pair of hikers coming back down trail and I note they have walking sticks equipped with bear bells.

 

night envelops trees

alpine woods bathed in shadow

autumn falls early

 


Poets at dVerse are writing haibuns and “forest bathing” this week!

hidden in shadow

Dedicated to the family of Henry Wynia, who passed away 8-27-16.

 

Beloved,

bereaved by

an accidental fall

into valley of death’s shadow

dark night of grief

He bottles our tears

father’s life in our Father’s hands

He battles our fears

soul rests in relief

under his strong wings’ shelter

a providential call

comforted by

Beloved.

 


A quadrille/mirror poem linked to dVerse Poets.

why did you?

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Check out the Magnetic Poetry site.

divine chiaroscuro

 

we mark a dark yet holy day

when Light himself was crucified

condemned by men, unjustly tried

 

son suffered, father turned away

wrapped up in gloom, laid in cold tomb

“now God is dead!” the demons say

 

to save from shadow’s curse, light died

we mark a dark yet Good Friday.

 

 

 

 

 

 

color / blind side (the movie)

 
black & white

piano keys strike

dissonance / harmony

depending on whose

muse-ic we choose,

both hands best

fingers caress.

 

moo-ve the blinds

watch the light with

shadows dance / JOY

sway rhythm in room

june bride & groom,

swirl of cream in

a coffee dream.

 

flavor-ful families

diverse by design

see adoption’s option

mix & matchin’ all

shades /// hues

rainbow of one

human race.

photo by lynn

photo by lynn


 
In response to “black & white” prompt at D’verse Poets and in honor of special adoptive families: Bilbys, De Hooghs, De Jongs, Dekkers, Dudens, Gulkers, Jansmas, Koois, Postmas, Ribbens/Horns, Vanden Bergs, Vander Plaats, Wilsons, Wynias, Zomermaands (and others)!

elusive quarry

broad heft of wing span

silent predatory flight

shadow of the owl

photo of Great Gray Owl by Alan Belford, lake placed.com

photo of Great Gray Owl by Alan Belford, lakeplacid.com

mysterious crossing

 

Shiki, one of the Big Five haiku poets, wrote this in classical style:

 

when I looked back,
the man who passed
was lost in the mist

© Masaoka Shiki

 

his haunting haiku inspires my attempt as follows:

 

glance out my window

cloud wisps pass before half moon

glimpse coyote shadows

© lynn

See Carpe Diem Haiku Kai  for prompt and more information.

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