giving thanks

cold turkey thaws in filled sink,

every year bigger butterball bird;

add honey ham to feed multitude

by marriage, births, or invitation.

gathered ingredients weeks ahead

cheesy baked corn aroma wafts up

daughter-in-love will make pies or

dinner rolls to bring to feast while

grandma feels a bit overwhelmed by

her family blessings and potato skins;

wipes tearful prayers on fresh apron.

diversity at plymouth


“Landing of Pilgrims” by Henry A. Bacon, 1877

november 1620
pilgrims land late, lost
with strangers in a strange land

such smallish ship
holds diverse perspectives
all agree on rules for unruly unity

possibilities vulnerable
nearly half don’t survive winter
makeshift common house hospital

native americans
share knowledge, resources,
reasons for thanksgiving

A quadrille on “possibilities” with dverse poets...

feast of faith












Let us remember this Thanksgiving day

how our forefathers walked the pilgrim way

forgive our greedy attitude

and give us hearts of gratitude

for providential blessings, Lord, we pray.



*Listen to brief podcast by John Piper on Giving Thanks here


Quintet of 5 lines (in iambic meter and AABBA rhyme scheme) for dVerse.





humility and honor


Our first President, George Washington, made this proclamation in 1789:

“Whereas it is the duty of all Nations to acknowledge the providence of Almighty God, to obey his will, to be grateful for his benefits, and humbly to implore his protection and favor—and whereas both Houses of Congress have by their joint Committee requested me “to recommend to the People of the United States a day of public thanksgiving and prayer to be observed by acknowledging with grateful hearts the many signal favors of Almighty God especially by affording them an opportunity peaceably to establish a form of government for their safety and happiness.”


where have all the good men gone?

who respected God’s ordered civility

who defended their homes and families

who united to fight against tyranny

where have all the good men gone?


where have all the good women gone?

who prayed on their knees in humility

who provided for needs of their families

who united to speak against slavery

where have all the good women gone?


where have all the good children gone?

who obeyed their parents’ authority

who contributed help to their families

who united to honor friends’ loyalty

where have all the good children gone?



If you know someone of good character, let them know you appreciate them!




loud rowdy blues

Linking to Eliot Dybden’s Shadorma November at Along the Interstice. A shadorma has six lines with no rhyme or meter, except for a syllable structure of 3/5/3/3/7/5.


bluejay punks


public domain

nab spilt corn kernels

feathered flash

raucous caws

gather together in grove

living thanksgiving


to Whom do you give thanks?

Thank you cards are never general; they always have an addressee  🙂

american paradox/stuffed

it’s thanksgiving day

give thanks for all our blessings

…tomorrow we shop



used with permission

real thanks-living



“give thanks in all things”

thankful in the broken?

yes, even though…


minds may be murky

hearts can feel hurt-full

bodies sometimes besieged


our bleeding relationships

offered as sacrifice on altar

are sweet-smelling fragrance


only in our broken-ness

can we ever become

wise,  humble, healed.


there’s an aching beauty

in a cracked heirloom plate

or a rusty antique tractor


beauty begging to be

restored, renewed

to re-live again


living forever grateful!



(I Thessalonians 5:16-18)

farm garden sonnet

Emeralds are growing in this plot of mine;

Wet diamonds drip along each stem and blade.

Pea pods hold treasured pearls of the vine,

Rich mud deposits wealth upon my spade.

Huge heads of cabbage split with dewy weight

Match mercenary broccoli’s envied green.

Tomatoes blushed like rubies tempt and bait.

Potatoes’ karats gain interest unseen,

While beans of jade hide underneath soft leaf,

And sweet corn kernels ripen time to gold.

Why should I share my gems with raccoon thief?

Let’s harvest booty till the ground turns cold.

A cornucopia of food to live!

Thanksgiving’s a small price for us to give.