NaPowriMo2021 Day 29

Untitled #29 by Larry Mawby

my temple is above my eyes,

it is there that i worship.

my temple is everywhere i go,

it is there that i worship.

the incense of flowers or the wet forest

reminds me that everything is sacred.

the chorus of birds or the wind

reminds me that everything is sacred.

the presence of the soil or the waters

reminds me that everything is sacred.

the communion of bread with wine

reminds me that everything is sacred.

the light of the sun or your smile

reminds me that everything is sacred.

everything is sacred in my temple;

everything is sacred in this world.

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Chroma by Mimi DiFrancesca

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day #27

Untitled by Larry Mawby

i dreamt of bread,

a boule with crisp crust,

chewy interior, warm

from the bake, now sliced

thick & slathered with butter.

then, as one does,

i edited

the dream, making the boule

smaller, b-cup sized, sliced

in half for a hearty sandwich.

sandwich filled with sliced

meat, cheese, tomato, spinach,

dill pickle, mayonnaise, sweet pepper.

before i could eat,

i awoke &wrote this out,

changing& adding details.

now, i read this, seeking

special meanings in the words,

before concluding that sometimes,

bread is only bread

a sandwich, simply a sandwich

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My Personal Eclipse by Mimi DiFrancesca

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 24

Southern Angel by Mimi DiFrancesca

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Untitled #24 by Larry Mawby

the only thing moving this morning outside

is sunlight streaming

through the gaps between

branches of the trees;

reflecting off daffodils,

dead leaves, the iron crow,

and into my eyes, bringing me

this message:

qi, or chi, is some part

of the dark energy that

makes up most of our universe.

well, that’s odd.

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 23

Untitled #23 by Larry Mawby

the lightness of water,

the heaviness of water.

when water partakes more of heaviness,

it lies upon the earth in oceans or lakes,

or even snuggles into the ground.

water partaking of lightness

disappears into the air and,

when very light-filled, is felt

as dryness. when the lightness

is cold, water floats upon other water.

water partakes of heaviness variously,

water partakes of lightness variously.

this is the truth of water, my children.

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All I Am by Mimi DiFrancesca

NaPoWriMo2021 Day 22

Safe by Mimi DiFrancesca

Untitled #22 by Larry Mawby

what does the iron crow,

who perches on the iron branch

in the young maple tree

outside my window, live on?

i feet him fragments

of my night dreams

each morning, which i believe

are sustaining for iron crows.

he may scavenge day dreams

from others, but i avoid

feeding him mine. he seems

happy with my night dreams.

rainwater is all he drinks

[except for snow in the winter].

he seems healthy enough, & very

quiet. he never caws, unlike other crows.

he never flies, either, staying

perched there on the iron branch

all the time. that is the nature

of iron crows,

i am told.

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 20

Untitled by Larry Mawby

here, now, i send a prayer,

an entreaty, to the

young maple tree outside my window.

forgive me, forgive us all,

for though we knew, we did not act,

and through our casual inaction

we have imperiled your future.

i pray as a child does,

seeking accommodation

in exchange for actions that should

and must be done regardless.

your future and the future of

all life now here on this earth

has been risked by our failure

to care for our planet.

i seek your forgiveness in a spirit

of brotherhood, and vow to mend

my ways. young maple tree, hear

my entreaty and accept it.

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Cat Life by Mimi DiFrancesca