(Me)
coffee
grinding darkness
straining silence to breathe
voices coaxed from wraiths fiery dreams
fading
(You)
forty-seven years—
you will not certainly die
without orange juice
“Ritual poem” was our prompt for Day 15 of the PAD Chapbook Challenge.
Graceful Press Poetry 
Maybe not. But it can make getting started difficult. Ritual—where would we be without it?
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Oh, yes. The older I get, the more I rely on it. 🙂
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loved the feel of this poem and enjoyed the two forms immensely
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Thank you. I’m beginning to embrace form a bit more–it gives me a frame for loose ideas, sometimes. 🙂
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Oh, fun! Rituals are so stubborn, no? They say so much about us.
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