An Eyelash Falls (NaPoWriMo, Day 1)

In case you’re unfamiliar, our host for April’s National Poetry Writing Month is Maureen Thorson, a poet living in Washington, DC.  Each year she faithfully offers featured poets, interviews, and optional prompts for poets to feast upon.

Today’s “(optional) prompt. In honor of today’s interviewee, I’d like to challenge you to write a Kay-Ryan-esque poem: short, tight lines, rhymes interwoven throughout, maybe an animal or two, and, if you can manage to stuff it in, a sharp little philosophical conclusion.”  Click the above link for more info on Kay Ryan, the poet she references.

An eyelash falls

What slim tale, tells

Of microscopic life, if called?

Mystery, secrets

Banquet hall full

Or impoverished, stifled—

Perfect subtle curve

Barely there

Comma pausing thought…

Black as silent squid ink

Or palest hued wail—

Genius shackled, chambered

Soul assailed, muffled mind.

Did it, innocent, drop—

Deliberate, leap?

Is it clue, critical

Crime scene find—

Suicidal surrender

Despair’s relentless descent?

An angel’s kiss

Some say, “make wish”:

Lash as

Solo shooting star

Arcing blue across

Sky Indigo-brushed.

Perhaps a lover’s

Delicate touch

Attempts to release


Blows it free

With whispered breath

Catches lash upon

Lips true…sips

One wink closer…


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NaPoWriMo…Start Your Engines!

April is The Month, a writers’ marathon with NaPoWriMo and the A to Z Challenge (which I’ve also entered)—I’ve fastened seat belt, donned crash helmet, and I’m prayed-up. 

Ride along with me, if you’re game (I possess no driving permit, but my guardian angels are fully licensed/insured).  I’m about to press the ignition button, my foot is on the pedal—let’s GO!

The early bird prompt is to write a Haibun…if I’ve ever written one, I’ve forgotten; but no problem—I have a poet’s heart/brain, so I’m here 🙂

DISCLAIMER:  My faith is in Christ Jesus/Holy Bible.  I write with no intent to judge other faiths/belief systems.


Perhaps Faith is a place, an actual country—vast, farther than the eye can see. Maybe it’s coastal, with wide beaches ever ready to embrace the tides of teal and sapphire waters, laced with ivory froth.  And surely there are hills, valleys, gardens, waterfalls, forest, desert, ice floes—abundant with dew-drenched fragrant flora, flourishing blossoms, fruit; and snaking vines of prickly briars amid heat which burns to the soul’s marrow, or dark cold which freezes breath. 

Good and evil thrive here too—polar opposites on an often vague spectrum, with contradictory manifestations.  Life/death, love/hate, separation/mercy & communion—all are found along pathways which are some days dusty, or bordered in fresh clover.

There are signposts for those who have eyes to see—the exquisite entrance gate welcomes everyone.

Lead me, Shepherd King

When I’m lost, Life’s labyrinth

Dark shade obscures gate

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