AN ACROSTIC

That I may encourage and enlighten others

Image by Susan Cipriano from Pixabay

Luminous moon, light me.
Ignite me like a candle wick.
Gift me lovely molten drippings of grace.
Heliocentric, honeysuckle flames of potential,
trust.

May my slapped-silly, slivered self
evolve. Waxing constellations

melding, pooling within — spilling
out my opened palms. Burning nary a fingertip,
only hearts flaring to launch
numinous roman candles, nascent…

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TANKA WRITTEN SITTING ON THE DOCK OF OTIS’S BAY

My life raft, my lifeline

Photo by Sven Mieke on Unsplash

Life rafts at breath’s dock.
Stars behind sky’s blue curtain.
There. Respite. Rescue.
Songs and squalls of others stilled –
composed, I note my wild own.

©Jenine Bsharah Baines 2022

Ah, Solitude. It soothes, saves, and instructs me even as it shape-shifts into loneliness if it lingers too long.

But…

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Jenine Bsharah Baines

Jenine Bsharah Baines

Retired publicist with a passion. “There is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry within it.” Gustave Flaubert.