poem – Page 15 – Thistle Thoughts

#NaPoWriMo: Day 29

I am clinging to
memories of
blue parakeets
lullaby-ing me
to sleep

#NaPoWriMo: Day 25

a verbal knife wound
twisting
every fiber of my being
until I’m
scrubbed raw

#NaPoWriMo: Day 24

…voice the scraping metal
sound of teeth
on a fork,…

#NaPoWriMo: Day 22

Odd half-smiles
and congratulations
are thrown about
like the farewell rice.

#NaPoWriMo: Day 21

A cherita.

#NaPoWriMo: Day 20

Never question
me beneath moonlight,
or in the throes of battle.

#NaPoWriMo: Day 16

One spark for life
and pale ash skin
becomes brazen.

#NaPoWriMo: Day 15

One can grow accustomed
to disappearing acts

Thinking about Powwows During a Pandemic

It’s springtime in the middle of a pandemic and between the hand washing, concern, disinfecting, and time spent in prayer, I’m thinking about powwows.

#NaPoWriMo: Day 13

There were many terms for what happened.