Turning 60 today. Holy Moley. Yipes.
But I’m 24 on the inside. So there, Father Time!
To celebrate, I wrote my first Etheree for Colleen’s #Tanka Tuesday. As part of the challenge, we had to use synonyms of the words begin and fresh.
how swiftly they spring
from smooth mud-pie fingers
into school girls and lovers
clasped heartbeats of newborn mothers
journeys mapped in our parchment wrinkles
to rock sweet babies in grandmother’s arms
I’m traveling again, so I leave you with an exquisite poem by Lana. I can always count on her to mesmerize me with her offerings. Enjoy.
Entreaty to the Sea
by LT Garvin
When your grandmother
decided for care and comfort
and laid a string of pearls
across an ocean
it’s open depths
yawning the unknown
a depth you could not follow
So you said your prayers
beneath cerulean heavens
and bribed the Norse god of independence
to gather the shards
of your broken soul…
(continue reading: Entreaty to the Sea)