Posts tagged ‘Linda Kruschke’

July 26, 2021

The Pilgrims Reach the River

by Frank Hubeny

From deep-sea vent to ice cap peak
we followed where the trail led.
The breath of God would to us speak.

We let hope shine upon each cheek.
We faithfully faced doubt and dread
from deep-sea vent to ice cap peak.

At places where the way was bleak
we listened as the words were read.
The breath of God would to us speak.

This pilgrimage is for the meek,
for those believing what was said
from deep-sea vent to ice cap peak.

This is a river, not some creek.
To those who fear we’d seem as dead.
The breath of God would to us speak.

Euphoria is what we seek
where there is more than mortal bread.
From deep-sea vent to ice cap peak
the breath of God would to us speak.

This villanelle is motivated by Linda Kruschke’s Paint Chip Prompt.

July 19, 2021

Short Letter to a Self-Centered Dream That Wasted Much Time

by Frank Hubeny

Looking back I tried to do
the black cat things you teased me to.
Convinced that what you spoke was true
with night owl eyes I followed you.

You’re tongue-tied. Good, but I still thirst
and relish for a fresh sunburst.

Inspired by a prompt at Linda Kruschke’s Paint Chip challenge.

July 10, 2021

Ubi Sunt

by Frank Hubeny

Long ago we studied here when it was still a place.
Your name I have forgotten, but I still can see your face.
And others, too, their words we heard. I hear them still today
with spring pizzazz and peachy smiles before we went away.


Linda Kruschke prompts us to write an “ubi sunt” (where are they?) poem this week for her Paint Chip Challenge.

July 3, 2021

Blank Canvas

by Frank Hubeny

The seedling blooms like lavender.
The golden sunlight shines and we
remember all, the way things were.

Forgive, we do, each enemy.
No secret shadows stand today.
Forgive us, too, both you and me.

Now every tear that turned life gray,
that smeared our pasts into a blur,
He’s wiped away, He’s wiped away.

Written for Linda Kruschke’s Paint Chip challenge.

June 18, 2021

Celebration

by Frank Hubeny

In faded denim, rosy blush,
he offers her a polished stone
from water where the rivers rush.
She knows that she is not alone.
In greens and yellow, alpine light,
Today the festive way is bright.

Inspired by two prompts, Eugenia’s Thursday Prompt and Linda Kruschke’s Paint Chip Challenge.

June 5, 2021

Loss

by Frank Hubeny

In your eyes I saw clear skies
before the rain that day.
All left at once out of the blue,
the sunshine and the sunflower, too,
the hot sauce zest for life I knew.
Our margarita laughing pool
shut down. You went away.

Inspired by Linda Kruschke’s Paint Chip challenge for this week using ten of fifteen offered phrases coming from paint chip samples. Optionally, the theme could be about “someone you love and miss”.

May 14, 2021

Dreaming Mind

by Frank Hubeny

A tiny trinket out of jade
deceptively was smoothly made.
I bought it. Why? I do not know.
My dreaming mind got caught, went slow.
I wonder now how much I paid.

Motivated by Linda Kruschke’s Paint Chip challenge.

May 9, 2021

Mother’s Day

by Frank Hubeny

Gaia really wasn’t there
the way my mother was.
The full moon of the night or dawn
were never heartbeats I’d count on
the way my mother’s was.

Written for Linda Kruschke’s Paint Chip challenge for Mother’s Day.

May 9, 2021

Way

by Frank Hubeny

There’s quicksand by the pearly gates
for those who wander off the way,
who love the breezy, sleazy mud.
Then pleasure pops – another dud.
On pins and needles now they say,
“Let’s try again!” And there they stay.

Based on a prompt by Linda Kruschke for her Paint Chip challenge.

April 26, 2021

Swamp

by Frank Hubeny

On top the swamp is plain to see –
below, a rotting misery.
The light green algae doesn’t know.
The darkness doesn’t want to show
the fruits of deep, defiling sin.
There’s quicksand should you venture in.

Motivated by a prompt from Linda Kruschke’s Paint Chip Challenge.

April 16, 2021

The Night of the Jack-O’-Lantern

by Frank Hubeny

The jack-o’-lantern’s hollow nose
turned darkly down on Antique Rose.
Its scornful eyes pierced Mistletoe.
Its toothy mouth warned them to go:
“It’s easy peasy in the street
Where greens and pinks and yellows meet.”
But pleasure wasn’t why they came.
No morbid magic, flashing flame
Could substitute for righteous light.
They stood their ground, prepared to fight.

The jack-o’-lantern burnt all night.

Its pride at dawn collapsed within.
Mistletoe knew they would win
And so did joyful Antique Rose.
Their faith like Mustard Seed’s still grows.

This poem is motivated by a prompt to write a narrative poem using a list of Paint Chip words selected by Linda Kruschke.

April 2, 2021

Rabbit Hole

by Frank Hubeny

I used to love my rabbit hole
so dark with death and dirt.
When Jesus bopped my rabbit ears,
washed my clothes, released my fears….
These tears of joy don’t hurt.

Inspired by a prompt from Linda Kruschke.