SWEET TOOTH/ Poetry Prompt #41

A VERY INTERESTING prompt this week, for Poetry Potluck #41.  The subject is SAINTS, MONKS, and MEDITATION.


SWEET TOOTH

A tiny winged thing flew
onto the chocolate icing.
It was a mite,
or maybe a minuscule saint
with a sweet tooth.

Who said
a sanctified creature of God
has to be as tall as me
and clad in Titian robes?

It either burrowed
into the sugary darkness
to sleep in saccharine slumber,

or made its way aloft,
tucked into a mouthful
on my silvery fork,

its fate sealed
for a trip to heaven,
because I ate either a fly
or maybe a saint.


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The Edge

THE EDGE
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What part of Heaven are you in, dear friend?
Have you settled in your boyhood choir,
awash in holy water,
fragrant as musky incense?
Did you find that intention
counts for more than the deed?
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Not in Hell, it doesn't seem to be.
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You didn't mean to stray
from the hallowed course,
but fancy
liberates and enslaves us all.
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Maybe you followed my mystical path,
took my advice
and threw bits of your worth into the air,
knew that God was playing catch,
just waiting for that long toss home.
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To be the dream within the stone,
a prospect yet to be,
a hope to be a facet,
still not polished to a gleam.
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I think that you, like me,
will be pushed back
into the ebb and flow of things,
still on the edge of Heaven.
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A Question.

x WHAT SAVES YOU? I found this question
floating above me this morning. I paused,
and asked a cliche', "are you talking to me"?
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When I've fallen down the well, and no one
heeds my call, what saves me, rewards me,
is nature itself. I remind myself that I'm
allowed to be here on earth. I start climbing,
and wrap myself in fanciful notions. I let
myself be kissed by the Sun and the Moon.
I become softer, an accessible soul.
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So what if it's my imagination, I thank whatever
placed this fantasy of life within my heart. I seek
and want to receive great beauty. It's always
there : Hello, Monet, hello, Manet, hello Mozart.
Ah, the three "M's". I know that Cezanne's the
father of them all. Greetings to him, how lucky
can I be? Please save me, Vermeer, and Rembrandt
too. A shelf of books are tumbling down..at my
feet, Hardy, Eco, Zola...Billy Collins, yes.
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And unreeling, films, if remade, would star little me.
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I used to move very aggressively within my tender
feelings. Now I move more slowly, like a fish
swimming backwards. That saves me, but
mostly lets me have mercy for others placed on
my path.
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I seek further studies. I look for what points me
to an entry to heaven. I like to think that if I
bless someone, they receive it, and return it.
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What saves you? I'd love to know. It could be
something as simple as strawberries. Why not?

Ghosts

Well, here I am consorting with ghosts again.
Am I projecting a future, spooky attachment to life
when I should sensibly have left this mortal coil?


The very thought of the static, repetitious scenario,
coming through the same door for eternity,
is not appealing.

I guess that's the point. Let go in life,

maybe it will be easier to close the door

permanently when the time comes.

Heaven Beckons!


Method to my madness...a request has been made
for me to show more of my poetry.
I have from time to time posted a snippet here,
a snippet there, from my book of poetry,
"Two Ghosts", which "came out" last year.
Aha!

Certainly, not all my poems are ethereally tilted.
There's a song, a dance,
some seltzer down your pants.



Here is an entire poem,
one of the Two Ghosts
I keep tossing around.
Maybe one of these days
I'll post the other Ghost!



from:

LADIES IN WAITING


She sits in a straight backed chair

slouching like Whistler's Mother.

Head to toe in black,

she looks out of the night window.


I wonder if she's the nurse.

In the ward there are no other children.

I call out,

"Can you bring me some water?"


She turns to me

and I can't find her face.




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Two Ghosts
poems
Lyn Rochelle

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