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of faith

of faith

a soul that
is not strong
asks for
of faith
for sagacity
a riddle
it baffles
beyond conclusion


A reverse Blackout Poem for NaPoWriMo 2023 Challenge Day 22, borrowing words in reverse order from Emily Dickinson’s poem, “This World is not Conclusion”.

This World is not Conclusion


This World is not Conclusion.
A Species stands beyond
Invisible, as Music —
But positive, as Sound —
It beckons, and it baffles
Philosophy — don’t know —
And through a Riddle, at the last —
Sagacity, must go —
To guess it, puzzles scholars —
To gain it, Men have borne
Contempt of Generations
And Crucifixion, shown-(ing)
Faith slips — and laughs, and rallies —
Blushes, if any see —
Plucks at a twig of Evidence
And asks a Vane, the way —
Much Gesture, from the Pulpit —
Strong Hallelujahs roll —
Narcotics cannot still the Tooth
That nibbles at the soul


This poem is in the public domain.

lines borrowed from Emily D

lines borrowed from Emily D

A fundamental pause
As much of noon, as I could take –
Forever – is composed of Nows –
the sun through the freckled pane -
moments of escape -
Affirming it a Soul –


Na/GloPoWriMo 2022 - Day 30 Prompt: write a cento. This is a poem that is made up of lines taken from other poems.

For my final entry in this year’s poetry month challenge I gleaned some lines from a literary favorite of mine, Emily Dickerson. I can’t believe I made it through the whole month after such a long dry spell. Needless to say I am so very happy to be back!

ode to an aging fragile heart

ode to an aging fragile heart

the icy tip of Reaper’s sickle
lightly tapped her shoulder yesterday
her breathless voices gently whispered,
“winter is coming”, she heard Hel say

oh hush you pounding pitter-patter
elephant dancing upon her chest
it’s just a passing ‘bleeping’ blip
but maybe it’s time for her to rest

let someone else with nose to grindstone
deal with the dread deliverables
the Piper’s fluting, shrill, pricks her ears
background ‘music’ to this crucible

forced to face the inconvenient
unpaid debt now due Mortality,
“it’s much later than you think, my dear”
youth is but a fleeting memory

Shadow follows close, a breath away
she’s not ready to engage Her yet
‘she will survive’, the mantra of her life
drives her in this battle to the death


NaPoWriMo 2022 - Early-Bird Prompt - I decided to do a rhyming poem that borrows some style quirks from Emily Dickinson and her poem “Because I Could Not Stop Fo Death”.

The artwork is a little something i whipped up in a drawing app on my phone…my canvas is digital these days! ❤️

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