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

My Dog and I

It is bath time for the dog

he looks at me

like he knows the word bath

really it’s a shower

but I call it bath to him

he lets me take him in my arms

and put him in the tub

I spray him with water

rub him vigorously with suds

between the toes (especially between his toes)

and all over

I still remember a time when someone

showered me

dried my skin

and put ringlets in my hair

My Dog and I

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

Return

Will men understand the mysterious language of those tears?                                                              Pope Pius XII October 17, 1954

  
I went there

Basilica Santuario Madonna Delle Lacrime 

Siracusa, Sicily

Weeping Madonna

In the architecture of a tear

Took a photo

Ignorant of its meaning

Until now

When asked to fill a space with poetry

And now

I want to know the meaning of those tears

Does she weep for His suffering?

Or for the plight of a humanity

Trying to return to God?

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NaPoWriMo Day 4 prompt.  I took my own photo of the Basilica Santuario Madonna Delle Lacrime in October 2019, not knowing that it was home of the weeping Madonna.  

Return

Rainforest Haiku

  

rain rustles the fern

licks and twists it into green

subdues fire with wet


trickle of water

soft fur of the forest floor

sharp damp protection 


kiss of trillium 

white feather-like bud released

star of the lost cloud

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NaPoWriMo Day 3 prompt to create a word list based on Michael McClure’s Personal Universal Deck of 100 words.  Create a poem using some of these words.

Rainforest Haiku

Sandcastle

  
low tide welcomes tourists

                 a fortress of high walls

                                                no windows

please

take a photo

                    walk the beach

                                       depart

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Day 1 NaGloPoWriMo prompt on thinking outside the box. My photo from St Andrews State Park in Florida of an abandoned sandcastle and wondering what will be the Neo-tourism following pandemic.

Sandcastle

Fantasia

Fantasia is Portuguese for costumes. When we put on a costume we enter a fantasy world. Before Halloween, I would bring out the sewing machine and make costumes for my children. One year they were unicorns, a shark and a penguin, Spider-Man, a green dragon (that won a best costume prize), a wizard and an alien. The dog wore a tutu.

Now my children are grownups. I find myself wanting to wear a costume, wanting to enter a fantasy. As soon as I finish writing, I will bring out the sewing machine and go make my fantasia.

let go of myself

find a place where I can dream

a different world

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dVerse haibun prompt on Halloween

Fantasia