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Category Archives: napowrimo
Salon Blues
She’s praying for a miracle Or maybe two And the light in her eyes has grown dark Speaking poetry and humming, she washes my hair The hours are long, her faith is waning So she talks babies and better days While … Continue reading
While the Baby Sleeps
Orange cup without a handle steeping afternoon tea a bit of peace and quiet time holds this day without a plan or another place to be
Stillness
Two geese stood in the field Still as statues One morning, long ago And there I stood Transfixed Watching Motionless too This moment lives within me still Still it lives within me
EASTER VIGIL
What does it mean to be holy? To believe? To practice sacrifice and kindness? To live in light and grace?
Solitude
Sky, the color of steel, More winter than spring Releases a torrent of rain To pound on the roof And remind me Of sorrows past Rain pounding on the roof And I am all alone
Pre-season
Pre-season In the topmost seats of the stadium nestled under a blanket in the dark We watch and wait A crack of the bat sends Posey’s ball over the fence while the blood moon rests atop the flashing scoreboard And … Continue reading
Haiku in the Quad
Culturefest at school Rock with an Indian beat Girls sing in saris
Wake up call
Wake Up Call The routine sameness of the drive to work. Sorting through the day ahead. This, then that, this, then that Next to me, great blue heron Gliding along, matching me mile for mile Startles me back into … Continue reading
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