Prairie Sigh


meadowlarks hello
repeated from now to then
-born in prairie sigh

captured dream of summer fun
rolling grassland setting sun

                                               -cj holm
Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge 3/6/2018 Renew & Fresh – Synonyms Only


Per Colleen’s challenge, I chose repeated and born as my synonyms for renew and fresh
(Tanka Form 5-7-5 7-7)

Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 74: renew & fresh (#SynonymsOnly)

That’s Italian!

Grandma’s garlic press
Cherished relic of her life
Pesto’s final touch

Fragrant memories captured then
Bit of spices she’d put in

                      -Clarence Holm
Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge 184 Press / Touch
Prompt words: Press & Touch
Haiku in 5-7-5


Beware The Shadows


Description: Detail of Satan from The Temptation of Christ, ca. 1500. Engraving, 22.6 x 16.9 cm. C. 1500. Date: circa 1500. Source: Scan of PD artwork reproduced in book. Author: Master L. Cz. (anonymous German Engraver)

Dēofol’s ghoulish night
When the forests are spooky
He strolls in delight

Miseries to all that tread
When persons dare walk with dead

                                        -Clarence Holm
Halloween Tanka (5-7-5 7-7)
Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge 173 Spooky / Night


Grandma’s Fire

Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge 152 Color/Warmth

When I was young, my grandmother had an old wood burning stove that she would use to heat the kitchen and make meals. She would get up early on cold winter mornings to stir the ashes and rekindle the fire. Once started, it would only take a few minutes for grandma and the fire to bring the house back to life.

Ash colored embers
Stoked deep in smoldering warmth
Gave our morning life

                          -Clarence Holm

Home For The Memories


Weary night-time travelers,
Headlights on snow packed roads.
Drive past cold farmer’s fields,
Faintly lit by northern sky.
Called home by bits of memories,
Warm feelings held deep inside.
Hoping to recapture.
Scenes of what used to be.
Patchworks of old memories
Stitched together in dreams

Candles placed by windows,
Visible from so far away.
Beacons of wishes,
Cast on starry nights.
Crying out to loved ones,
-Come home for the night.
If only it were yesteryear,
I’m sure we’d all be there.
But time has come between us
And some are no longer here.

We hold to dreams that bring us cheer,
And drive away those past-midnight fears
Recollections of special holidays,
That stretch across the years.

                                                 -Clarence Holm

“Ormsby – Little town with big streets!”