Inner Peace
Soil crackled, dried
burnt to black
underneath layered debris of grief
after escalating leafy spins
of menopausal stalls
due from familial cocoons
spun
twilight to darkening moons;
none, no more glowing stars or suns
once glistening reverential eyes
now plagued by memories of agitated skies
performed in an assortment of screened-off views;
hindered
seeds growth
beneath.
A Son not seen swift
sprouted no greenery
to glean.
No shadow to follow a solicitous breast.
But lo-and-behold... fought to spring
after fed nutrients,
roots tickle with life won
after dropped water diamonds
in drips-to-tips
tickling tongue
as a cavern dark
in chest-core
munificently
kneaded.
To live.
Bred. Spiritually.
Breath.
Life...Given.
Spiraling as a gift--
a whiff from polished rarefied pearls
crisp, true, superlatively
imbued with a fragrant oil
descended from on high
like luminous dew
with fragrance defogging/airing out 'bereft'
from a cod-webbed fossilized-perception
swept.
Left... Gratitude.
Gratitude — Big Points
With Thanksgiving having just past here in Canada and soon coming to the US, it seems a perfect time to pause and reflect on what we’re grateful for. I opted not to allow prewrites because I wanted you to be here now—to write from this present moment. If you’re presently in a space where you’re having difficulty finding something to be grateful for, this is the contest for you too! It will help you change your perspective from focusing on those who abandoned us to those who stuck by us through the tough times; to focus on what we do have as opposed to what we don’t; to focus on possibilities/options rather than impossibilities!
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