Morning Prayer

Photo: Ingrid Taylor

Photo: Ingrid Taylor

Morning Prayer
American Sentences

Shadows tumble slowly into mountain crevasses, welcoming dawn.
Dandelions play ring-around-the rosie, rivaling the sunrise.
An egret sits in stillness at the edge of velvet water, waiting.

An old lady plods out to her driveway to retrieve the daily news–
Silver hair, disheveled, highlights grinning eyes, welcomes another day.
The dogs roll with abandonment in dew-covered grass, sharing her bliss.

I head homeward, planning my day, as though there will be no surprises.

Written for dVerse Poets Open Link Night where poetry and friendship abound. Check us out and, if you like, bring a poem of your own.


Photo: Sunrise in the California Desert

And I Will Die–NaPoWriMo #3

Sun & Clouds. Portland, Oregon.
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On that morning
     birds will shatter stillness
     chant their purty, purty, purty
     languish in the heady scent of citrus blooms

On that morning
     light will slip through gauzy curtains while
     dust motes dance, abandoned to
     the whisperings of April’s breath

On that morning
     clouds will roll in like frothy waves
     stretch to lick the azure sky
     dissolve into fragments of remembrance

On that morning
     alone in the first kiss of dawn
     I will die
     and live again.

Written for the third day’s challenge at NaPoWriMo:

And they gave us this one: Here’s a third prompt for those of you who like to get ahead of the curve. This one is adapted from Natalie Goldberg’s Writing Down the Bones, a book my parents gave me when I was 14 or so and they noticed I was constantly scribbling things down. So here goes: Cesar Vallejo wrote a pretty famous poem that begins with him saying that he will die in Paris, in the rain, on a Thursday (different translations from the Spanish make it hard to quote precisely in English). So go ahead and write a poem predicting your own death — at night in Omaha at the Shell Station, in an underwater Mexican grotto after a dry spell. It’s less morbid than you think!

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