Devils Lake

Dakotas spoke it as mni wak’an

mni (water)

wak’an (pure source or sacred)

there was no concept of devil

til white man saw it as bad spirit

water that was undrinkable

created mirages like spirits

over the waters

marked it on the map

Devils Lake

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Traveling in North Dakota, I camped at this lake.

Devils Lake

Family Name

I followed my family name

to Yorkshire cemetery

where those old family headstones

held the dates of birth and death

those old Anglo Saxon names

etched upright in native stone

surrounded old Roman church

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bell tolled to gather us in

stone baptismal at the door

I drank from silver chalice

the vicar had offered me

in the rite of communion

aware of ancestral lips

that had taken worship there

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I search Proctor family name

Old English word proketour

occupational surname

for those who worked as steward

from the Latin procurare

to manage spiritu cors

keeper of the key— that’s me

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NaPoWriMo prompt to delve into your name

Family Name

Coming In

My daughter loved the book of poetry Where the Sidewalk Ends. She took it to bed. Nestled in those pages was the line “If you are a dreamer, come in.” by Shel Silverstein.

I remember the dreams I had for me and I remember the dreams I had for you. Not just ordinary ones like getting a good grade in school or going to a fine university, living in a two story house or taking a trip to Greenland. Not the dream to be a poet or magician or architect. My dreams concerned paradigms, broader in scope than world peacekeeping or disarmament. I dreamt contentment for us all, lack of greed and pride, love of the human race, coming in together.

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dVerse prosey prompt on Shel Silverstein quote from his poem Invitation.

Coming In

Then and Now

Danaides

condemned to severe punishment in hell

compelled to fill with water

a vessel full of holes

water runs out as soon as poured in

their labor was infinite

punishment eternal

Sisyphus

tried to cheat death

carries a perpetual boulder

up the hill to see it roll back down again

Now the multiverse

peering into the unseen

universe beyond universe

endless explanations

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NaPiWriMo Day 12 prompt on past and future based on two dictionaries Lempriere’s Classical Dictionary and the Historical Dictionary of Science Fiction

Then and Now

Imagine

 

Imagine the human race
without borders

or labels

living for today

Imagine all the people

without discrimination 

of coloration 

it’s easy if you try

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NaPoWriMo Day 10 prompt on a favorite song combined with item in a drawer.  I was in the car so I used a survey I had just finished.  No kidding, this was just the end of a long list on ethnic groups and then the word white.  Combined this survey experience with John Lennon’s Imagine.

Imagine

Burial

  

Although I am gone I see you there

so nice how you gathered flowers while I

(below in my coffin)

smiled the mortician’s smile

and watched as each of you

placed a rose upon the lid

before I was lowered into the earth

Now I would rather be placed

in a tree pod

my decomposition 

feeding a fig tree

(remember the one 

on the south side of the house)

you can eat my figs

There is sorrow in that

I would have to die twice

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NaPoWriMo Day 8 — writing from the POV of a dead person.  Photo of an ancient burial urn taken at Muséo Archeologico Regionale Paolo Orsi in Syracuse, Sicily

Burial

easter with e.e.cummings

  


easter with e.e.cummings



far from mystery of glowing

mystery find real peace in it


He has (believe it) risen


near to the sacred heart see true

heart to find a pure love in it


(believe it) He has risen


above a doubtful world made whole

world struggle find God truth in it



He has risen (believe it


beneath all try to understand

to understand and understand 


I) believe it (have risen)




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NaPoWriMo Day 5 prompt to take a poem and use the structure of that poem to make a new poem.  I always thought e.e. cummings as being structureless; however, this poem I chose was tightly structured.  I learned a lot from this exercise. 


easter with e.e.cummings