AN ACROSTIC
That I may encourage and enlighten others

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…
TANKA WRITTEN SITTING ON THE DOCK OF OTIS’S BAY
My life raft, my lifeline
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…