To Be Strong

he set the holy incense on the scale,
and on the other side, his anger

which he had been kindling,
and this was his ambivalence

the sacred and profane breathing
inside him, prayers and fear

flowing out in equal measure
like water

he set the empties on the scale,
and on the other side, his tenderness

which he had been kindling,
and this was his ambivalence

his scurries from the light,
and his flaps and flights of fancy

measured out in dazed steps
like drought

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This poem was written in response to Wordle 76 at The Sunday Whirl.

haiku (9/29/12)

heavy fog
fall gently on Earth
and me today

/ / /

This poem was written in response to today’s prompt at NaHaiWriMo on Facebook.

I’ve been away for a while. Too long, I think. Thanks to some good advice and gentle prodding from a good friend, I have decided to wet my feet with poetry again.

Thanks to those of you who have visited this blog and encouraged me. I appreciate it. I hope you’re still around. I’m working on overcoming some blocks, and am just going to move forward from this point. Hope that’s okay with all of you.