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.
9 comments-
trisha said on April 16, 2011
beautiful, touching, well crafted jane.
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Life: Between the lines said on April 17, 2011
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/
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Olivia said on April 17, 2011
Insightful Terri! Your words leave me in a thinking mode often.. :)
Sunday Hugs xxx
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Jingle said on April 18, 2011
masterful.
A++
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Victoria Ceretto-Slotto said on April 18, 2011
Oh, my. This bears reading and re-reading. Pondering the way.
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lunawitch15 said on April 18, 2011
A truly wonderful piece here! well done!
Luna
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fiveloaf said on April 19, 2011
nice my friend.. here's my potluck.. http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/02/22/springtide/
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Terri said on April 19, 2011
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!
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Kay Salady said on April 19, 2011
Fascinating write. Thank you!
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