autobiographical monk
pigtails and freckles
playing in the rain
creating a liminal world
in the world
next to the way
gathering flowers
for soup and pine cones
for bread and
planning nothing
finding a way
present to the threshold
of water and communion
of darkness and breath
of loneliness and light
loss and the way
innocent eyes suddenly
seeing the boy
who lives in a
ramshackle home
across the way
noticing beautiful skin
a smooth cocoa
seeing all the colors
ground by heels
the way
not here
but in the disheveled
and disturbed and
distressed homes
finding no way
i drop the soup
and bread and
scream and flail
my fists at ghosts
in the way
pick up a rod
and a staff and
stride into the
blaze following
the way
note: this is an edited, updated version of an earlier poem.
autobiographical monk: for National Poetry Month and the Writing Prompt of Poetic Asides (profile) and NaPoWriMo.
beautiful, touching, well crafted jane.
hmm wondering why the rod and staff were selected!!!
It left me pondering, waiting for the ending…
an interesting write!
http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2011/04/16/hola-lola-a-next-story/
Insightful Terri! Your words leave me in a thinking mode often.. 🙂
Sunday Hugs xxx
masterful.
A++
Oh, my. This bears reading and re-reading. Pondering the way.
A truly wonderful piece here! well done!
Luna
nice my friend.. here’s my potluck.. http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/02/22/springtide/
One day this week I hope to have time to do some visiting. Being in the world of church during holy week keeps me outrageously busy!
Fascinating write. Thank you!