No
longer
ate up by
youths hormonal
cocktail, the pieces
of me I had always
accepted as missing, or
broken are forming a core. a
root system that seeks to tether me
to a life I was once ready to leave.
This Etheree is written for Colleens Tanka Tuesday, synonyms only for beginning and consume.
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 