It’s a habit — a thing, something so
much nature — it’s part of me. How
is it that an act this simple — I can
feel in the bend of my knees, my hips this
folding, unfolding, opening up? Could it be
that it’s your surrender too, that you’re
meeting me, right here? Are you praying
what I’m praying, in the quiet next to
breathing? Do you feel — or is it just me?
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POETIC FORM
golden shovel – Take a line (or lines) from a poem you like. Use each word as an end word in your poem. Keep the end words in order. Credit the original poet, ie. “-after (poet)”.
POEM A DAY NOVEMBER 2015 – PROMPT:
For today’s prompt, write a ritual poem.
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