Christ’s Entry

I can’t really say I loved him. Love does not come easy for me. He was my first kiss, a little bit of making out, kind words from his thin lips.

I went on to guard the pool, to save a life, my tanned olive skin a beacon for men. Then one day a man walked through the gate and I watched his choppy strokes across the water and married him.

We vowed to love art. To make art out of our lives. We traveled both locally and abroad but that huge painting on the Getty wall stays with me— Christ’s Entry into Brussels in 1889 by James Ensor.

When will He come?

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NaPoWriMo Day 21 prompt— a person forgotten, a job taken, a memorable piece of art, an unanswerable question

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Christ’s Entry

Come Into the Garden

Come

into the garden

at dawn

before

dew dries

from the dragonfly

Come

as the sun

filters

through cedars

to glow

on the rippled

waters of pond

Come

with trowel and seed

energy

to last all day

pluck a weed

don’t forget

to feed

hungry peonies

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NaPoWriMo Day 19 prompt to write a command poem. This is my garden commanding me to get to work.

Come Into the Garden

Ode to Mismatched Socks

All mismatched socks go in a bag

(evidence that I have given up the task)

I wear the individuals until there are holes

then throw them away

occasionally

buried in the bag

is a pair

long departed from each other

and I rejoice

they are together again

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dVerse prompt on laundry. Here’s to the missing socks that went down the drain and didn’t get in this poem.

Ode to Mismatched Socks

My Inglenook

No conversation in my quarantine

Read a good book

Tell a wild tale about how it will end

Gobbledygook

I go to a place i feel safe and warm

My inglenook

Irregardless of my disappointment

There is a way to sit pray and lament

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dVerse prompt on “inglenook” quadrille and I threw in a cavatina

My Inglenook