P is for Ode to Prayer Flags: A-to-Z Challenge

Prayer flags begin as we do,
bright colors, full of the promise, like wishes on a dandelion.
People notice them, cheered by their vibrancy.
They oh-so-quickly fade, and begin to tatter here and there.
Many people take them down when they reach this stage,
unattractive as they are. . .

This is when they prayer force is vital,
as they should be hung until they tatter,
until all possible prayer-life-force is gone,
and the birds pull threads floating in the wind to line their nests,
and finally, the grey squirrel comes and steals them to warm her babies,
stuffing her cheeks fat as walnuts, busy busy, darting here and there, eyeing you,
giving you the gift of laughter, revitalizing!

 This poem was written to thank my dear artist and writer friend whom I have never met, Susanissima, writing for NaPoWriMo.  I am and will read every one of her poems, and because I am doing this I am learning to enjoy poetry, one day at a time.   I haven’t written a poem since I was in high school, reading Rod McKuen and Kenneth Patchen and dreaming of true love and tragedy.  But this week I wrote two!



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hollywood baby turned beach gurl turned steel&glass city gurl turned cowgurl turned herb gurl turned green city gurl. . . artist writer photographer. . . cat lover but misses our big dogs, gone to heaven. . . buddhist and interested in the study of spiritual traditions. . . foodie, organic, lover of all things mik, partner in conservation business mpfconservation, consummate blogger, making a dream happen, insomniac who is either reading buddhist teachings or not-so-bloody mysteries or autobio journal thangs early in the morning when i can't sleep
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2 Responses to P is for Ode to Prayer Flags: A-to-Z Challenge

  1. Sammy D. says:

    Katie – this one touched me deeply. What a lovely poem, heartfelt tribute to your friend, reverence for prayer flags, info about how prayer flags should be treated, and whimsy for the animals. I am marking this one to return to and will look at Susan’s site ehen I’m back in Denver. You poured yourself into this one and I feel you.

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