Posted tagged ‘it’s all in wrapped up in the swaddling cloths poem’

Easter

April 5, 2015

Easter —

For me, the humanity was wrapped up
in the swaddling cloths,
that weaving of dust
that returns to dust,
warp of the born that must then
be borne, the thread-bared–
linen holding to its folds
like a clasp of fingers, ribs,
as if even the unsewn strived
for the shape of flesh, bone, forgiveness–

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Here’s another poem for April 2015, National Poetry Month (I think my fifth).  This one has 55 words and is posted for the Real Toads prompt hosted by the wonderful Kerry O’Connor.  The pic was taken by me of a stained glass window in New York’s Metropolitan Museum of Art. 

It snowed much of last night and all day long in the mountains where I live. The good part is that I went skiing.  The bad part is that I went skiing.  (I am a rather terrified skier, who also finds it trying to have to focus on keeping upright, when I want to go off in one of my habitual dazes.  But I survived!)  I wish you all a happy day.