Friday, March 5
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Poetry, Post-a-Day, Spirituality
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. autobiograph...

Noses

Poetry
noses subtitle:  get outta my business! there once was a grand old nose she sniffs everywhere she goes then one day she found everyone frowned now she doesn't want to impose Noses: for National Poetry Month and the Writing Prompt of Poetic Asides (none of my business) and NaPoWriMo.

Mrs. Peoples

Poetry, Post-a-Day
second grade seems so long ago there were so many things i didn't know but you took the time to teach to me gifts of life and creativity. i remember crosswords for halloween tissue creations with glue and beans handwriting lessons learning to print math lessons without giving a hint. but remembered more than anything is the beautiful smile that you would bring teaching your students to read and write you enhanced our gifts with your light. Mrs. Peoples: for National Poetry Month and the Writing Prompt of Poetic Asides (remember someone) and NaPoWriMo.