penance
what i hold in my palm is not forgiveness, exactly
but my own cracked version of all the ways
i’ve learned to spell
the quest for grace
the call for compassion
the human con(dition)
absolution is not mine to give nor
clemency mine to offer
i can only keep my hand open
mark these trails as map
forgotten
i no longer need
to know the route
taken
for i stand naked in the rain
of evolution
running rivulets of truth
across a river
laced with anarchy
and stone
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A poem a day for 30 days, in honor of National Poetry Month. Day 23
I’m participating in NaPoWriMo, and Writer’s Digest Poem a Day Challenge.
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April 23rd, 2015 at 7:13 am
Gorgeous poem, Kelly.
April 23rd, 2015 at 1:41 pm
There is a wistfulness here, as well as acceptance and determination, that give the music of the poem a backbone, like a harp for its strings. ‘absolution is not mine to give nor/clemency mine to offer…’
April 30th, 2015 at 12:18 am
the final couplet . wow ~