full moon calls softly,
“come outside on deck tonight,
shadow dance with me…”
who can resist her silver?
moonstruck orcas leap with glee!
night tides
08 Sep 2025 9 Comments
in tanka Tags: dance, full moon, orcas, shadow, silver, whisper
not all that gleams is gold…
04 Aug 2025 17 Comments
in haibun Tags: gold, lake, moon, rain, shiny, silver
Our Alaskan adventure takes us into the heart of gold fever country from the Klondike in Yukon territory to Cripple Creek, the richest little creek in Alaska. We learn about the steep ice stairs of Chilkoot Pass where miners hauled up loads of grubsteak (each man with a year’s worth of food). Only a few struck it rich while most were flat broke within a year or two.
We tour Fairbank’s Gold Dredge #8 and pan for gold. Between the two of us, we share sweet $16 worth of gold flecks (and spend it on a $24 souvenir charm/magnet to display the flakes). Nothing new under the sun! They can keep their gold nuggets while I bask in the allure of silver…
silver rain puddles
flow in rivulets, cascade
to moon-mirror lake
Linking to dVerse where Frank Tassone hosts haibuns 🙂
sterling elocution
09 Feb 2017 20 Comments
in haibun, quote Tags: apples, gold, seagulls, silver, words, writer
A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver.
Like Solomon, who wrote these words, I find soul satisfaction in beautiful speech. As a writer, I search for delicious words to be framed in serendipitous syntax. I hope to pick ripe thoughts, artfully arrange them in woven-word baskets and serve a taste of lingual delights. I admire skilled poets and appreciate how different poetic brushstrokes reveal textured perspectives; unique angles on life’s truth. Flighty images of the mind settle to roost in solid words. Sentinel ideas on signposts outline silent spaces for contemplation. Hand-in-hand, we meander world with senses alert to the wild call of hurricane winds or the fresh whisper of gentle breezes, then collectively record richly scripted delicacies for our hungry souls to feast on.
*Proverbs 25:11, BRG
photo by lynn – Galveston beach
a poem in my pocket 
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