16 October, Saturday
Jesus napped in the windstorm
No compass needed for his route
to invite friends’ faith to transform.
17 October, Sunday
I love when languages
collide and I hear cognates
in Hindi, Spanish, and Arabic–
kashyu, teléfono and limun
18 October, Monday
Fickle moon,
what shape
will you take
today?
19 October, Tuesday
(“My Mother’s Eyes” prompt by Andy Schoenborn at Ethical ELA)
After Marjorie Agosin
I
My husband’s eyes
Are pools of hope
Where falls
Sing, dreaming of a tomorrow
Where kindness
Comes to rest
Where raindrops are friends
Of his nourishing stories
II
My husband’s eyes
Are pools of hope,
Of waves simply
Trying to find their way
In a new chapter.
I approach them
And on the threshold of his eyes
She is looking
For herself in the green streams
That forever flow
In my husband’s eyes
I also encounter myself
Because into them
I loop, basking
Again and again
As I have found my own
pools of hope.
20 October 2021, Wednesday
Sevenling (Somebody’s Daughter)
Somebody’s daughter–a sprout
of hope–vulnerable, bountiful,
and strong.
Relationships of imperfect perfection,
being loved in her truth telling,
an introspective and worthy storyteller.
Ashley C. Ford writes a memoir.
21 October, Thursday
A Lazy Sonnet about Addie LaRue
starkness
fuzzy
Darkness
was he?
Addie LaRue
strife
breakthrough
life
bookshop
remembered
backdrop
dismembered
coping.
hoping.
22 October, Friday
A Wedding Memory
Gift of words to each other.
Your hearts open between you.
Thankful to witness the adoration.
Today’s Poetry Friday roundup is over at Jama Rattigan’s blog, Jama’s Alphabet Soup. Enjoy an October cup of hot chocolate and a beautiful pumpkin cookie with her and other Poetry Friday friends.
