Tuesday, December 3, 2019

SEASONS

Tuesday Poetics and we're asked to
write a poem incorporating a word
ending in "less" and engendering
hopefulness for the Advent season
I've reflected on the seasons of life.
Submitted to dVerse
December 2, 2019
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Dark clouds scud across obsidian skies
Harbingers of winter winds and lonely nights
When the restless heart begins to count
Too many wrongs to make a right

Soon snow will fall and cover ugly
Bad times and bad dreams fade away
Time for sitting by the fireplace
Finding solace in the light of day

Having learned a lot about forgiveness
For all the wrongs that once caused misery
Lessons learned and second chances
Come with age and set us free.

Tuesday, November 26, 2019

POISON IVY

It’s Tuesday poetics, and Kim gives us
a challenge to write a poem in the format
and style of either Sylvia Plath or Ted Hughes.
It must be about something that grows or
multiplies and is in some way invasive.   I
like Plath’s brief tercets, and poison ivy
comes to mind.
Submitted to dVerse
November 26, 2019
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Such a lovely vine
winding its way
up the tree

Some speak of it
with warning
“Beware leaves of three!”

In innocence
I touched it
Oh, woe is me.
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Monday, November 25, 2019

GRATITUDE

Haibun Monday -
Frank asks us to consider gratitude
on this week of our Thanksgiving
celebration.
Submitted to dVerse
November 25, 2019


Lord, help me to not take for granted the
good things in my life.  Help me to remember
there are those who would be grateful for such
simple things as a roof to shelter them from storms, 
enough sustenance to satisfy the gnawing hunger
that is part of their daily existence, for  clean water
to slake their thirst,  for a safe place to sleep at
night, and  for the ability to walk the streets of
their homeland without fear of gunfire or
mayhem.  Help me to celebrate gratitude for
small daily miracles that often go unnoticed,
and to face each day with a grateful heart.
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daily miracles
pass by our way unnoticed
may we be aware

Thursday, November 21, 2019

THE ME GENERATION

Frank asks us to choose and describe a poetic style.  I find myself always turning to the more traditional poems, finding their rhythm soothing.  Research tells me "A traditional poem is any poetic work that adheres to a definite verse structure or set of characteristics. traditional poems are known for typically following particular rhyme schemes and metrical patterns. However, contemporary poems favor free verse, which employs no rhyme or poetic meter."   I'm afraid I don't know how to describe the metrical pattern of this poem, if any!  Thanks to Frank for sending me on a journey of research to try to identify my "style"!
Submitted to dVerse
November 21, 2019
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It’s the “me” generation
It’s in vogue to please yourself
The idea is highly touted
In the books upon the shelf.

Self-fulfillment, self-enrichment
Look out for number one
If it works so well, I wonder
Where happiness has gone?

The divorce rate is steadily climbing
And many are at the end of their rope
Are we so busy feeding our egos
We’re running out of cope?

Our houses are growing larger
At quite an alarming rate
First we have to find one another
Before we can communicate.

Our children grow up with a sitter
Who has problems of her own
When we decide to spend time with them
We find they’re nearly grown.

The men are at the golf course
And the women at the pool.
And the children leave the sitter’s
And go to nursery school.

The husbands go to the men’s clubs
The wives go to the spas.
Are they so busy self-developing
They forget the way it was

When love was new and joyous
And each lived for the other
And finding time together
Wasn’t such an awful bother?

Could it be we had the answer
In the not so long ago
When we weren’t hung up on possessions
And what we had for show?

When our concern was more for others
And we loved our fellow man
And we weren’t too busy self-developing
To lend a helping hand?

Could self-denial be fulfilling
And self-control enriching too?
Is it just we have the self misplaced.
I wonder, is that true?

There’s a very great difference
Between what we want and what we need
And what we call desire to achieve
Is perilously close to greed.

It seems what we wear not who we are
Is what it’s all about
But ugly is still ugly
If it comes from inside out.

We’re all looking for the answers
And there’s little else to say
But, if we reassessed our values
Would happy come back one day?

Tuesday, November 19, 2019

MOUNT HOOD DAWN


It's  Quadrille #92, and De has
challenged us to use the word
CRACK in exactly 44 words.
The photo is Mt. Hood in the
distance from my daughter's
bedroom window.
Submitted to dVerse
November 19, 2019




Once I said I rose at the crack of dawn,
but I had a friend named Dawn who
objected

I've adjusted my terminology and
I'm pleased to say I now stand
corrected

I arise at daybreak, secure in the
knowledge my phraseology is
perfected.
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Monday, November 11, 2019

GONE

November 11, 2019

                                                

She’s gone.   With a last sighing breath her weary heart ceased to beat
and we’re left in the darkness of loss and despair.   A beloved voice stilled,
a beloved spirit gone from our presence.  Grief settled upon us like dust
carried by prairie winds after drought.  “If it’s darkness we’re having,
let it be extravagant”, someone said, and one by one we shared our happiest
memory of her until the room filled with the laughter and joy of who she was,
with the happy memory of her rinky tink piano,  the sound of her accordion
and sing-alongs shared at family campfires,  her cute little giggle, loving
hugs and favorite recipes….and the extravagance of memories lit the darkness.

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My response to Victoria’s challenge to practice prosery,
to include this phrase from “Taking Down The Tree”, a
Jane Kenyon poem --“If  it’s darkness we‘re having
let it be extravagant” in approximately 144 words.  I have
been dealing with loss these past few weeks, thus the quote
seemed timely.

Saturday, November 9, 2019

THIHRTEEN WAYS OF LOOKING AT A TREE

Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Tree 
 (Emulating the style of Wallace Stevens      
Sunday Muse #81
Submitted November 9, 2019
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It falls from high, a seedling  
Small, brown, inconspicuous 
Containing promise of mighty oak 

Young roots seeking sustenance 
Growing strong and tall  
Fulfilling destiny     
    
Shield from summer sun  
Dappled shade    
On cool green grass.
    
Natives gather beneath
Shelter provided
From summer storm   
    
Feathered inhabitants
Find welcome homes
And raise voices in song

Now standing sentinel
Beside pioneer cabin
Amid fresh young dreams.

The child swings
From sturdy limb
Happy and secure

In soft rustles of night
A quiet “who who”
Of resident owl

Taller still, rooted deep
Scarred by time
Cloaked in history.

Dressed in colors
Glorious red
Russet and gold

Now naked in winter winds
Limbs akimbo
Colors pooled below

Stark shadows on snow
Like tentacles
Seeking warmth

Tinged with green
Bursting with life anew
The cycle continues .