No
burlesque
vocation,
this monastic
life. Avocation
of rule in silence tread
whilst physical pursuits renounced,
spiritual devotions invoke
mercy, since prayer and meditation
fail to squelch- the itch of woolen robes.
An Etheree written in response to Helene’s What Do You See? photo prompt, and Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday #synonyms only for Hobby and Play, my choices are italicized.
Thru Violet's Lentz 
choices, one’s own or enforced can chaff like the itchy woolen robes. we so need grace and mercy
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Maybe the best we can hope for is comfort in our own skin…
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Too many minds create their own less than perfect sanctuaries.
Moderation in communication and communion of spirit seems a good thing to be called for.
Mercy and grace are needed by all. Nice Etheree.
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I like your thinking on creating imperfect sanctuaries. I think we have all built them, they just vary in hurtful degrees…
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Lovely Etheree Violet. “spiritual devotions invoke
mercy, since prayer and meditation
fail to squelch- the itch of woolen robes.”
Precious meaning in these words.
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A perfect Etheree a million miles away from my thoughts but two sides to every situation. You tell it so well. I love “the itch of woollen robes “
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The itch was my first thought…
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Excellent 💜
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Nice. Works well. 🙂
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Thank you Crispina.
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Too many distractions do not enhance prayer life. Avocation-thanks for the new word Violet.
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I’m thinking the words coming out of my mind would be far from prayer material.. Thanks, Len.
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Beautifully penned. And I like your comment in which you said “best we can hope for is comfort in our own skin”.
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Relief from that meddlesome itch is of the utmost importance there!! Thank you Ennle.
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You’re most welcome.
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“the itch of woolen robes”, perhaps a reminder of the reason for wearing them. Superb piece, Violet.
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A very vivid reminder! Thanks, Eugenia.
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🙂
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Violet, there is so much meaning in this poem. Wow.. I’ve read it numerous times and am bewitched by your words. Well done. ❤
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Your praise speaks volumes to me, Colleen
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I am but a poor poetic lost soul… ❤
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The distractions of the contemplative, ever intrusive.
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So true.. I cannot fathom how they overcome the follies of the mind…
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Quite tricky indeed.
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There are many sides to everything, some unseen. (K)
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There are. And few could be so irritating, to me at least, as the constant itch of wool against my skin..
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Oh yes, I like this, Violet. That one annoying, persistent factor that seems to control everything. Itchy robes indeed.
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I can just imagine trying to maintain my composure…. Thanks for dropping by to comment, Tom.
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Well done!
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Thank you, Nathan.
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