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NaPoWriMo 1

Sanctus


My heart turning
I wake again
to tinnitus, at first,
then brightening murmurs
rising hum of heavenly voices.

I bow, vision seared,
tongue burning -- hosanna in excelsis.

They've been here singing all along.

NaPoWriMo2

Harvest


Your words hang in the air,
warm, reassuring.
While you aren't looking
I gather them up,
folding their delicate tissue carefully,
and slip them quietly into my bag.

Safely home in kitchen-cum-laboratory
I compress your words
string the shining jewels they become
onto gossamer threads
to wear, daily, near my heart.

They will not return to you empty.

NaPoWriMo 3

There was a time
So long ago
When I could rhyme.

It wasn't mime:
I used to know --
there was a time.

The bells would chime
and stars would glow
When I could rhyme.

I could knead dough
Or say hello.
There was a time

I wasn't slow.
The words would grow
When I could rhyme.

Back in my prime
The seeds I'd sow.
There was a time
When I could rhyme.