* the nuns frowned at me a wet blanked on the upward holy smoke of prayer . God would no speak to little girls another door slammed . on its squeaky hinges not sure which sound was more painful . . I had bought for the occasion a dark gentle wool kilt – I felt […]
Not Rosaries Nor Missals – Enough Stains – July 2013
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* not the whole lot were convinced my bare skinny arms . were sinful nor was God afraid of my beauty blossom . one day I saw him moving in a bright light a dash of green . I was gazing at the altar in a country little church that held its white tight . […]
* an enclosed space at the nuns I liked the candies for sale . to jump rope to play ball rare smiles rising . they wanted no males around we were separated . there was peace productivity and what they . called purity I loved this one it was like a long . silence of […]
* I was eager to learn it was nuns who thought me . how to peel fruit apple pears even potatoes to crash nuts . to set the table to embroidery carefully to sing in a church . to listen to the silence in between to look for light breaking . darkness through sliced windows […]
* I could have been an altar boy I sung in the choir . and run outside to sell newspapers I could care less . for what people said or their looks I had a fire . some gentle wind comes once in a while I burn the same . . Filed under: Poetry
* I spend more time ruminating than whispering . see what’s wrong? I wish to slow down time and ordering . space never enough not enough sleep or altered visions . reality isn’t far from those pews they would lock me into . maintaining my pureness till the end of purpose a clear chalice . […]
* not rosaries nor missals a life embroidered carefully . I would like to lay in the straw grass far from concrete . humming a note or two roaming the void making space . gently diving tight in your arm so long lost . afloat as a candle at night flickering warming memories . . […]