Friday, March 5

Tag: napowrimo


Poetry, Spirituality
my green chair in the corner is my chair waiting expectangly for me to perch upon its cushioned seat and read volumes of revelation and texts on inane history that makes people cross their eyes in vexation and candles stand at attention ready to be lit waiting to provide wisdom and energy to the reader. nah.  facebook. my green chair: for National Poetry Month and the Writing Prompt of Poetic Asides (snapshot) and NaPoWriMo.

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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 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.