Reflection

The skin of the river is thin
It has reflection
Viscosity
Sheer volume to make it bold enough
To cut canyons
Change landscapes
Manufacture power

My skin is thick
It has layers
Can burn and peel
Break and bleed
It covers the river of life
That flows within me
Keeps it whole

We are so different
Yet I can see myself in it
Hear its riversong

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Reflection

Breath of Life

With each new day You breathe into me
In my deepest sleep You breathe into me

Lack of You all my cells diminish
Joyful celebration You breathe into me

I will no longer take Your breath ungracious
These breaths are not my own You breathe into me

Become aware of this divine connection
My body is Your Temple You breathe into me

Fill this temple with Your presence
Alpha to omega You breathe into me

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a ghazal promoted by dVerse on breathe promoted by Grace Black

Breath of Life

Penmanship

Penmanship was always my favorite class.  There was a fountain pen and a bottle of Skrip ink, usually black.  The ink bottle had a little curved shelf on its inside where the ink could gather.  Put the nib of the fountain pen in and suck the ink with a lever on the side of the pen.  All this while sitting at a wood desk placed in rows by Mrs. Manocchio, my fifth grade teacher.

 

Trying to keep the ink between the lines of the paper, I made continuous circles round and round practicing to hold the pen in comfort, to get use to the flow of the nib.  Prepare the hand to loop and turn and form letters, then words, a complete sentence and the ultimate paragraph.  I was learning cursive writing with just the right slant and height of the i, dotted in just the right place between the lines, forming the perfect penmanship.

 

recall school days

labored for words on paper

ink dot on the snow
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dVerse prompt on handwriting which is becoming a lost art

 

 

 

Penmanship

You and the Eclipse

to Greg

 

Watch as the moon makes a sliver of the sun.  You can almost see it move. It put a blind spot on the surface. Solar experience. Totality somewhere. But you would not travel to the path of totality. You who doesn’t like lines, traffic or the hype. Now totality comes in another place and you are content with just a sliver of the moment.

So it never got dark, it never made that perfect circle of promised intervention or made the stars shine in the day. And now a half disc lowers itself towards the east horizon and I watch and wait for the glorious totality of the sun.

Can this be random
When heavens and earth align
Or a great design?

You and the Eclipse