NaPoWriMo Day 1: Dis-instruction poem- tells the reader how not to do something

NaPoWriMo (2019), Poetry

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Saucy fragrant meat stuffed and filling fluffy white seams bursting tortillas,

Topped with clouds of cream and bioluminescent extra sharp orange cheeses

I had to sub marinara for tomato paste

Which wasn’t a big deal since I added cumin anyway,

All I know is, these are the most in-authentic enchiladas

but they taste like my mother’s love,

I  humbly receive eucharist bubbling,

I let go of all that is troubling,

Even if I tried and died to do the “right” thing the “wrong” way,

Thank Grace for shimmering kaleidoscope and enduring sun’s rays.

Day 28 NaPoWriMo: Skeltonic Verse

NaPoWriMo (2017)

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Your mind will not be my cage,

Light the palo santo and the sage,

Purify and turn the page,

Pause for righteousness, cease, release,

There is a case for Godliness, a reason to seek peace,

We must still ourselves as the world continues to turn,

Though absent now, the sun will return,

We will descend or rise together,

Let’s be wise and rise, let us be windswept feathers,

Floating on the breeze of mystery,

Hope, hardwork and many dreams,

Collaborating to rebuild our shared reality.

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Poetry

My Grandmother is now a bed of scattered stones,

My Grandfather, the cold, cutting breeze across my cheek,

My Mother, the forgiving lotus,

My Sister, the twinkling stars,

My Father, the familiar stranger,

& She teaches me to trust,

& He teaches me to love,

& I am

a cobalt feather,

riding the breeze of my ancestors,

all the way home.

 

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