Nuts
Tinsel
Popcorn Balls
Mincemeat Pie
Hard Candy in a Dish
Popcorn and Cranberries
Christmas Cards in the Mailbox
Family Gathering for Dinner
Snow and Ice Skating on the River
Family playing Card games after dinner
Etheree
Some of my memories of Christmas as a child growing up in the 1950’s
Seems just yesterday!
Where has the time gone?
I stood in that booth
Needing loose change, asking
“Brother can you spare a dime?”
Tanka
Mirror reflection
Place time long forgot
Memories of home
Haiku
I chose to walk with Yesterday
Leaving my present glade of time
I gazed at memories
I stood upon regrets
Mired in the past
That I couldn’t change
Misery
Became
Real
Real
Became
Misery
That I couldn’t change
Mired in the past
I stood upon regrets
I gazed at memories
Leaving my present glade of time
I chose to walk with Yesterday
Etheree–Reverse Etheree
Palindrome
Life’s
Ribbons
Teardrops flow
Pain overwhelms
Trials seem to grow
Hope slowly declines
The future looks so dim
Yet thru all these ribbons glows
The strong and sure symbol of Him
He nevers leaves us nor forsakes us
Etheree
Yesterday I decided to do a watercolor tapestry of my life.
I planned to use different colors and drawings to represent my various life events. Well, not being an artist, the whole painting ended up looking like a timeline of colors with some childish doodle drawings. The one thing that stood out was a brown cross that I drew, however, the rest of it I knew I would need to redo.
The whole painting had a good message as I explained it, it just needed a better appearance.
So, this morning I had the thought to just wash the whole painting clean with water and start over, kind of like a new life, new beginning. So I did. I loaded my shammy with water and washed and rubbed. In the end most of the paint disappeared, some just faded and all the drawings washed away EXCEPT THE CROSS! Honest!
The Cross didn’t fade nor change at all! It did not erase thru all I did! All the other drawings were drawn with the same watercolor pencils as the Cross, and they all erased, but it did not! AMAZING!
It seemed God was speaking to me in this, telling me that nothing can ever erase the message of the Cross. That what Christ accomplished thru His death on the Cross will always remain and that if we believe and receive Him as our Savior and Lord He will never leave us nor forsake us.
This seemed so profound to me that I decided to name the new painting “Ribbons of Life” to represent that no matter what happens to us in our life, if we have believed and received Jesus as our Savior and Lord, He will always be there with us thru it all!
Weaved with the color of joy
Stained with the color of pain
Threads that hope does employ
Weaved with the color of joy
Moments of small things that annoy
Seasons filled full with rain
Weaved with the color of joy
Stained with the color of pain
Moments time can’t destroy
Memories that always remain
A perfect pattern they deploy
Moments time can’t destroy
Our private life convoy
Showing exciting and mundane
Moments time can’t destroy
Memories that always remain
Double Triolet
On my shelf
Sit pieces of hearts
Of family.
Christmas gifts
Chosen by my daughter and grand-daughters.
My special treasures.
Shadorma
Memories of another Christmas
The smiles, laughter, excitement
Remnants of life experiences
Lie amongst the wrappings
Special moments saved
Stored away
In our hearts
Will bring
Joy
Nonet
Childhood sounds of home
Mom always awake at 5 am
Coffeepot perking
“Daylight in the swamp”
Was Dad’s morning wakeup call
Much to my chagrin
Mom’s much used words
You “Always” and/or “Never”
Negative tone
Norwegian songs
Joke telling laughter among
Card game smack talk
Homemade bread
With butter, after school snack
Made with Mom’s hands
Sunday softball games
Family chatter at dinner
Mom’s hot apple pie
Family and friends
Summer picnics at the park
Swimming at the lake
Senryu Cascade
If old shoes could talk
What a story they could tell
Of places they walked
One by one my shoes are wearing out.
For me, buying shoes is not an easy task as I need a large size with a wide width. Therefore, when I find a pair of shoes that are comfortable I wear them until they basically fall apart, which is what seems to be happening lately.
As I begun to throw each worn out pair away abit of nostalgia hit me and I was reminded of all I had done in those shoes. Work shoes and dress shoes, they all held many memories within them, but life has changed, those times are past, and they must go, for their purpose has been served.
New shoes are here
Opportunities await
In each step they take
A new journey starts as I put on my new shoes and bag up these old shoes for disposal. I am looking forward to what each step brings!
Haibun
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 