If I am gone when you wake
from your dusty nightmares
and moonlit ghosts I never knew
check beneath your pillow
I’ve tucked my heart there
for long, safe keeping —
pay no mind to the leaving,
I’ve found my solace
with the watches
in your top drawer
their time no more squandered
than our turn, turn, turn.
Poem ©2019, Jen Payne. National Poetry Month #6 and NaPoWriMo poem. #NaPoWriMo. For more poetry by Jen Payne, purchase a copy of Evidence of Flossing: What We Leave Behind! BUY THE BOOK TODAY!
Jesus was a rabbit,
schooled by rabbits,
who thought like rabbits.
Rabbits upon being asked a question by a disciple usually answered with a paradoxical inquiry or a story, like:
Does seeing the light mean being blinded from the truth?
If we are made in god’s image and we are animals, is it wrong to assert that Jesus was a rabbit? (Discuss.)
Is this mondegreen of “rabbis” sacrilegious or simply a chance to see the Mann who was likewise Blinded by the Light?
Poem ©2019, Jen Payne. Misread text from Anne Lamott’s Almost Everything: Notes on Hope. Thank you Anne Lamott and Manfred Mann, can’t get either of you out of my head today! National Poetry Month #5 and NaPoWriMo poem. #NaPoWriMo. For more poetry by Jen Payne, purchase a copy of Evidence of Flossing: What We Leave Behind! BUY THE BOOK TODAY!
“We create goodness in the world, and that gives us hope. We plant bulbs in the cold, stony dirt of winter and our aging arthritic fingers get nicked, but we just do it, and a couple of months later life blooms—as daffodils, paperwhites, tulips.” – Anne Lamott
A GIFT: Take a moment to read the full text of “Show Up With Hope: Anne Lamott’s Plan for Facing Adversity” by clicking here.
Photo of found message rock by Jen Payne.