National Poetry Month Day #11

Not Without Poetry prompt today. Wasn’t sure I’d be able to stay awake long enough to get something down. Needs a little tweaking, but here as a sign of good faith effort. And rats – just counted – 36 out of the “at least 40′ lines that NaPoWriMo asked for today – LOL guess my re-write could fix that, so I’m calling that good too.

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“To love in spite of all is the secret of greatness
And may very well be the greatest secret in this universe”

Ducked my head
going through the ancient portal.
The first face
lined, thin, calm
peaceful eyes looked at me
into me
a brief smile, so small
then a silent pointing finger
go that way.
the next.
the next.
the next.
each quiet face looking up
then at me carefully
then pointing.
Down halls, around corners
up stairs, through catacombs.
So many turns for what seemed
so small before entering.
Then the face looked up and smiled
and pushed a dark wood door.
It opened into a room,
open to a cloistered garden.
Impossible but full of life,
sitting on the edge of shade and light.
At the small beckon of my guide
I entered, alone.
I felt I meant to bow slightly.
Perhaps I did. She nodded.
The ritual repeats.
I rest on the cool floor
at her gesture.
She gazes at the garden
and speaks.

Mary Beth Frezon 11 April 2011

And in the gnome haiku fields:

Under the red cap:
Some glue? Velcro? Pointy head?
What keeps gnome caps on?

#haiku #gnomes #poetrymonth