Holding Myself Captive

Holding Myself Captive

Holding Myself Captive

Nothing is holding the death
of our passion at bay in this fog

except the bounce of your laughter.

I kept thinking prayers would carry us home
but I got turned around and forgot
to put down my shield

and unfurl my fist from my heart.

2017 April PAD Challenge: Day 26

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Loving You

Loving You

Loving You

Nothing compares
to clinging together
when our hearts

have collapsed
in the middle
of surrender.

 

2017 April PAD Challenge: Day 25

I Have Faith in Us

I have Faith in UsI Have Faith in Us

This time around
I won’t look for answers
in the dust and damp ash—
sometimes ideas are frail flowers.

After reading Corinthians
and begging for love,
you still don’t believe
there’s something waiting
for us.

But I do.

2017 April PAD Challenge: Day 24

Last of the Wild

Last of the Wild

Last of the Wild (A Tanka)

The winter wolves wait.
Hoping for the sleeping rain
without fear or blame.
From Genesis to today
disappearing like frail ghosts.

2017 April PAD Challenge: Day 23

The Salt Lick

The Salt Lick

The Salt Lick

When the time comes, he will probably
sprinkle just enough pity and proverb
upon our wounds to heal the breathing
rift we choked with myth and fatal exposés.

The antidote for allegory is not truth
but more allegory.

This is what he does—with flourish.

One good deed deserves another
and so we gather around the salt
lick for another night of fable,
poetry, and ballad to heal our souls.
~~~

2017 April PAD Challenge: Day 20

2017 April PAD Challenge: Day 21

Guilty

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Guilty

Once I was a daughter
with infinite innocent sleep
playing dress-up and walking on air

until the day I woke up.

Then I did what every poet did—
composed untamed rhyme
from prayer to prayer

like a solitaire ceremony,
rewriting my memory

without knowing why.

~~~

2017 April PAD Challenge: Day 19