{Wherein She Centers Her Chi Over Chai Tea}

Beat your plowshares into swords and your pruning hooks into spears;
Let the weak say, “I am a mighty man.” – Joel 3:10

 

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Let’s say these scars are the places
the sun shines through. The places the
world leaked in. The spaces we’ve had,
and been. The places we’ve seeped and
steeped ourselves in sorrow, hope
and loss. Let’s sharpen our own rough
edges on their tattered tear, share
the crosses they might bear and
raise ourselves again, from dust.

What sayeth thee?

Bold phrase,
…..weak tea.

 

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Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge, day 7

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1 Response to {Wherein She Centers Her Chi Over Chai Tea}

  1. Shawna says:

    You are always so amazing at controlling the reading/meaning with your line breaks and spaces You are consistently a delight to read.

    These are my favorites:
    “The places the / world leaked in. The spaces we’ve had, / and been.”
    “Let’s sharpen our own rough / edges on their tattered tear”
    the last three lines

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