posting poetic prose
04 Oct 2020 5 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: apple trees, fall, honey bees, spring
The vers beaucoup (French) is a poetic form meaning “many rhymes”, with 4-line stanzas. Linking to https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/10/03/saturday-mix-lucky-dip-3-october-2020/
i hear fall call from stone wall
to all apple trees and honey bees,
as you please, give your best for fall fest,
then rest…we will sing, come spring!
19 Feb 2020 14 Comments
in ekphrastic Tags: bulb, garden, irises, leaves, spring, van gogh
i begin as
dry ivory bulb
asleep in deep dark
until warmth stirs from
far away as sunshine
whispers, “come to me”
i stretch
uncurling in
moist brick soil
insects tickling my
pale skin as it peels off
with sigh, “love, arise!”
i reach up
to throw off the
heaviness of garden
bed’s blanket and am
blinded by yellow light
crying, “it’s spring!”
i grow long
sabered leaves
of vibrant green to
drink in cool rain and
shelter tender buds with
promise, “we’ll dance!
i bloom in
profuse blue hues
from cerulean to indigo
unfurling petaled banners
to reveal frilly stamens and
sing, “behold life’s beauty!”
i fade as
sun sets in gold;
plucked from roots
glory slowly wanes as
flowered energy wilts with
a moan, “remember me.”
irises by van gogh
03 Feb 2020 20 Comments
in haibun Tags: barn, calf, heifer, newborn, shed, silage, spring
Hello, world, my name is “Shadow”
It’s Monday morning and our skittish range heifers cautiously approach wooden feed bunk. Breakfast is a generous helping of fragrant silage and a bit of cow mix mineral supplements. The farmer counts, re-counts furry heads and realizes one is missing.
He discovers her in the back of open cattle shed…with her newborn calf, first of the season! Little black bull is healthy and already standing. Our son carries him to shelter in the barn. We soon coax mama into stall where they can nuzzle and nurse.
calf eyes wide to world
fresh cow licks her baby clean
new life birthed in spring
Linking this spring haibun to dVerse Poets pub where Frank hosts today…
25 Nov 2019 Leave a comment
in tanka Tags: party, spring, tea, veranda, warbler
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai‘s weekend tanka challenge…
A spring warbler casts
A dropping on the rice cakes —
The veranda edge. © Basho
you little party pooper
ruined our afternoon tea! © lynn__
bush warbler
14 Apr 2019 Leave a comment
in haiku, haiku series Tags: fog, grass, green, joy, sparrows, spring
Continuing series for retreat at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai….
XIX.
sun burns away fog
coaxes spring’s newly green grass
sparrows twitter joy
08 Apr 2019 3 Comments
in haiku, haiku series Tags: days, joy, lent, light, minutes, spring
A fresh installment for Carpe Diem’s retreat: joy of light
XVI.
lenten days lengthen
light increases by minutes
joy of spring coming
open tightly closed windows
inviting fresh clean breeze in!
pexel image
24 Feb 2019 2 Comments
in tan renga Tags: chestnut, crane, flowers, frost, moon, spring, traveler
A tan renga challenge at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai…original haiku by Basho followed by 2-line renga response by me 🙂
slowly spring
is making an appearance
moon and plum
fresh scent of opening buds
wafts sweetly on white moonbeams
image from Pinterest
crane and feathers
in a black robe
clouds of flowers
hungry crane dips into pond
scattered petals float away
a traveler’s heart
it also should look like
chinquapin flowers
chinese chestnut tree in bloom
curious tendrils reach out
moon past full
the beginning of a little more
darkness
gibbous seasons slowly change
beauty ripens over time
moon and flowers
the stupidity pricked by a needle
entering the colder season
stark white stars piercing black night
sharpness in the evening chill
first frost
when mums start to feel chilly
I get a cotton waist warmer
it’s time for scarves and sweaters
spring buds’ whispered memory
Haiku © Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)
Renga © lynn__
03 Feb 2019 2 Comments
in fusion haiku Tags: birdsong, Black Forest, needles, snow, spring, wet
CDHK challenge to create a “fusion-ku” with the two given haiku:
black forest
night extinguishes
the snow
sun and snow
still in the pines
the black forest
© Jane Reichhold
Combination fusion-ku:
wet needles on ground
morning birdsong from branches
announces spring melt
© lynn__
photo by lynn
22 May 2018 Leave a comment
in tanka Tags: games, plum, prince, snow, spring
Wood block print from MET Japanese collection…
rough and tumble games
prince haru with palace view
does not join his peers
will he be next emperor?
late snow covers plum blossoms
17 May 2018 3 Comments
in etheree Tags: bouquet, Easter, life, snow, spring, tulips, winter
Etheree poem meets “bouquet and greenery” challenge at Ramblings of a Writer.
oh
festive
easter day
snowy outside
greenery indoors
we expect spring colors
winter white surprises world
garden bulbs hidden underground
bouquet of tulips brightens our feast
celebrate Son who died, then rose to life
photo by lynn
08 May 2018 2 Comments
in haiku, troiku Tags: branches, buds, green, leaves, life, rain, renewal, spring
Kristjaan at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai features “troiku” (each line of initial haiku is beginning line of three more haiku in a series). I wrote my own haiku to begin…
bare branches burst forth
spring budding freshly green leaves
renewal of life
bare branches burst forth
photo by lynn
birds improvise on treesong
winter’s day is done
spring buds fresh green leaves
young rabbits nibble new grass
first tulips open
renewal of life
gentle scent follows spring rain
promise of apples
30 Apr 2018 6 Comments
in rhyming verse, triolet Tags: bees, birds, dig, dirt, earthworms, garden, spring
it’s spring! i need to dig in dirt
worm’s work brings happiness
while birds and bees MAY flirt
oh spring! i need to dig in dirt
even if knees might hurt and
fingernails witness a mess
let’s sing! i need to dig in dirt
worm’s work brings happiness
Yes, I like to dig in the dirt. Worms make me happy because they enrich the soil. Everyone should have a little plot of land or a pot of dirt to dig in. Gardening is an elemental activity, part of our DNA code; our calling to work the ground and take care of the earth. Photo taken by me with one hand, holding favorite garden trowel with other 🙂
a poem in my pocket 
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