Ritual — After In This Moment, Whore (a golden shovel poem)

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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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