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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.


  1. trisha said on April 16, 2011
    beautiful, touching, well crafted jane.
  2. 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!
  3. Olivia said on April 17, 2011
    Insightful Terri! Your words leave me in a thinking mode often.. :) Sunday Hugs xxx
  4. Jingle said on April 18, 2011
    masterful. A++
  5. Victoria C. Slotto said on April 18, 2011
    Oh, my. This bears reading and re-reading. Pondering the way.
  6. lunawitch15 said on April 18, 2011
    A truly wonderful piece here! well done! Luna
  7. fiveloaf said on April 19, 2011
    nice my friend.. here's my potluck..
    1. 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!
  8. Kay Salady said on April 19, 2011
    Fascinating write. Thank you!

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