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dVerse IS BACK!

For dVerse where we are asked to write a Haibun about a new beginning a first!

Writing not one but four, and this will be my fifth post today, that is a first for me.

Another new beginning I recently experience was moving from my large three bedrooms, three-story home into my converted basement into what I call my cozy cave. (bottom story)

Why the move? Its been eight years since my beloved husband passed, and my six children have long left the nest. My life is in the state of the reverse; in other words, the children I cared for will now care for me.

Now that the packing and sorting out “stuff” is over, finding places for my keepsakes here in my cozy cave was challenging but fun.

I bet you wonder who is living upstairs? Two doggies, one cat, two lovely children (girls), and their mother, my daughter.

Alone, no! Not I
Noise yes!—Quietly! Snowfalls
Float toward the goal

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Once Upon a Time … Oh oh!

three line tales, week 257: a woman walking over a narrow bridge over a body of water
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Once upon a time, a child on a walk; wondered how to cross the murky water that greeted her.

Seeing a long worn bridge just ahead, tic-tac-toe, she thought — what fun!

Her tiny little steps ever so carefully she crept, oh oh O is amiss — turning she went back.

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The Beginning of an End

Beginnings and endings, a prompt, and today during my quiet time, early in the morning, an inspiration. I came to realize all mysteries have a common denominator. I am speaking of praying the rosary. But first, my first attempt at a Golden Shovel form combined with Tanka form.

The poem selected author and title: The Rosary.

by Robert Cameron Rogers  —>  https://search.yahoo.com/search?fr=mcafee&type=E211US1079G91398&p=Robert+Cameron+Rogers  also, you can read his poem by scrolling down to the bottom of this post.

My Golden Shovel poem is composed also in Tanka form; the bolded words are from my selected poem (seen at bottom of this post) My Poem Titled “Beginning to End”

Bless this sacred string

Holy rosary of pearls

Held by links to count

The pictures of memories

Is but a prayer to learn

An exciting point of inspiration; while meditating on each group of mysteries, a common theme is hidden. Take the example of our prompt at dVerse is of beginnings and endings.  

Ponder the last five decades of fifteen Mysteries of the original rosary blessed Mother gave St Dominic. There we see the number three along with endings and beginnings

The Finding of the Child Jesus being lost three days also representing the ending of His childhood: beginning His adult life and purpose, “And He said to them: How is it that you sought me? did you not know that I must be about my Father’s business?” Luke 2:49

The Crucifixion of Jesus, His words, “It is finished” an ending!  It was the beginning of opening the gates of Heaven. On the third day, He will rise again.

Next, we meditate on The Coronation of Mary. Her entrance into Heaven ended her earthly life but began her reign as the Holy Trinity crowns her Queen.  Three, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 

“And there are three who give testimony in Heaven, the Father, the Word, and the Holy Ghost. And these three are one.” 1 John 5:7

“And there are three that give testimony on earth: the spirit, and the water, and the blood: and these three are one.” 1 John 5:8

The Rosary — by Robert Cameron Rogers — published   https://tinyurl.com/ycplsl2b

The hours I spent with thee, dear heart,

Are as a string of pearls to me;

I count them over, every one apart,

My rosary

Each hour a pearl, each pearl a prayer

To still a heart in absence wrung;

I tell each bead unto the end — and there

A cross is hung.

Oh, memories that bless — and burn!

Oh, barren gain — and bitter loss!

I kiss each bead, and strive at last to learn

To kiss the cross,

Sweetheart,

To kiss the cross.

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One Day is not like another

Paint Chip Poetry

Just in case you haven’t tried this challenge, join here!

Put on your thinking cap and create; using the paint chips above, it’s fun!

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A slow-moving black widow spider,
Seen in my coffee can — that day!
I will never forget;
I even spilled my lemonade.
Yet today is a new day,
A sunny-side-up day.
A gentle zephyr like wind seen
Moving clouds as they form
Starships in the sky!

Not your day, just wait!
Tomorrow’s future remade.
Life so exciting!

Word Prompts

Thrift Store Poetry

And so the challenge today is to write a poem using at least 5 of the following words and phrases: the road less traveledPlymouth Rocktissuetaxichalkboardbrown-paper package, and yellow brick road.

Paint Chip Poetry
A little story! Found! Treasures in Thrift stores.
It all begins when purchased; they become yours.
One of the best an old chalkboard with etched words
A recipe — Mix well a woman; one man.
Toss in a brown-paper package, not a pan!
Let’s all hope they never crack as Plymouth Rock.
If done correctly, brand new life should appear.
Months flew by; Birthdays approached with added tears.
Babies —now teens; tissue ruined parents cried.
Their little one’s decisions seemed too rattled.
Some taxied along on the road less traveled.
While remainders choice was the yellow brick road.
As years passed happily, they came to agree.
Shared food sitting under an old apple tree
Story ends on a happy note. Find! Now found!
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Poetry doesn’t always make Sense!

Let’s paint a picture with only these colors, if you can!

Sure you can, I dare you. Just open the paint cans of …

Paint Chip Poetry

I’ll tell you a story it will be about Neptune.

Believe me, please, I have been there and will return soon!

Watched all gingerroot rhizome shooting up from the ground.

The barrier! Protection thickly lacquered around.

Many dingos-like coyotes; sheep’s in wolf clothing

Multiplying like rabbits while moaning and roaming 

The dingos are coming as a green light blocked the sun.

The nightmare over and illumination appeared. 

I awoke rubbed my eyes, all coyotes disappeared.

Believe me, please, I have been there and will return soon!

Than I’ll tell a story it will be about Neptune.

Ah! Another Challenge, poetry

Something Different in Poetry

We thank Donna Matthews from Go Dog Go Cafe

Tonight’s poetry form is called Kwansaba Poetry. From Brewer, “The kwansaba is a poetic form invented by Eugene B. Redmond in 1995. It was inspired by the seven-day holiday of Kwanzaa, including its seven principles of unity, self-determination, collective work, cooperative economics, purpose, creativity, and faith.”

Here are the guidelines:

  • Poem of praise
  • Seven lines
  • Seven words per line
  • No word exceeds seven letters
  • Celebration of family and African-American culture

My humble attempt to the challenge can be read below:

Ever love for the human race wins!
A heart filled with wonder and love!
Catch that smile from me to you —
The same always from pole to pole.
Praise Our God united as we sing.
Songs of Wisdom knowing other ways bring
Sorrow with tears to wash our face.

Tanka Tuesday by Colleen Chesbro

Living Witness to Christ’s Death!

My Tanka poem has a religious echo about A Tree!

The Yew Tree seem to live “forever” as Christ resurrected from the dead. Reported in The Times that a yew tree in the churchyard at Coldwaltham, West Sussex, had been confirmed as one of the oldest trees in England planted around 1,000 BC. NOTE: Image below is not necessarily the same tree as what The Times wrote about.

A Yew Tree

Always forever
A Witness to Christ, His death
Lasting undying!
God chose a tree, a Yew Tree.
Living growing in Churchyards!

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Eugi's Weekly, Tanka Tuesday by Colleen Chesbro

He has the Whole World in His HANDS

Looking at the cheat sheet over at Colleen’s site I thought I would try two different forms of poetry. The first form is called a Crapsey cinquain with a syllable count of 2/4/6/8/2. Read below:

Night Sky
Look up, not down
Dark yet bright, the moon glows!
Supernatural is waiting
For you!

  

The second form from Colleen’s site is a 26 syllables with no set rhyme scheme. It is a syllabic poem with a meter of 3/5/3/3/7/5 the form is a Shadorma, my attempt is read here:

The Night Sky
Look up, never down
High so low
Birds can pierce!
Gleaming Stars Lightning showing
Immortality!

The Whole World in His Hand

Also this post of mine would fit, I believe, with another challenge by Eugi’s COSMOS. Thanks you Eugi’s Causerie.