Tag: Wordplay
Prayer for a new year
with a monk’s prayer for good bread
daily needing and kneading
after manna or
a rice bowl
should I be begging, Zenlike,
hand me pasta and potatoes
followed by cake
all praise to whatever
I’ll blissfully polish away
with a portion for Buddha or a stray squirrel
How strange that so much later, these lines still stir up conflict within me
I am surprised how much the seemingly disjointed distillations of the prose-poem experiments I’ve been publishing here still capture my experience of my first years in New Hampshire some 35 or so years ago. All the hope, confusion, redirection that accompanied the upheaval.
And so much that evaporated, for the better, after meeting the woman I adore.
The weekly series continues, all the same. As I say, thanks for the memories, to all those who have been companions and positive influences in my zig-zag journey through life.
What are you thinking and feeling, looking back and looking ahead?
Kinisi 87
yes, to be made in an image
Kinisi 86
wednesday lists several directions
Kinisi 85
colleagues noting insect noses
Kinisi 84
from watching old movies
to peeling shrimp
in a twenty-two-year span
of Sunday afternoons
Kinisi 83
skateboard have hands bags
Kinisi 82
the alcoholic scoutmaster
Kinisi 81
the very improbability of porn