This was written for the current Weekly Scribblings, as well as DVerse MTB for today. I hope this poem is especially sonorous. 🙂 For the Weekly Scribblings prompt, they provided a haiku, and I was inspired especially by the phrase, “an old rosary carved of human bone.”
the hired day-laborer, bone-tired —
life’s left much to be desired —
at sunlight’s end he rests, lets
those rosary beads flow through fingers,
memorized prayers free the mind
like a litany-lullaby, some comfort
to find, finally: Oh, Mother, hold me.
NEW: Access the Soundcloud recording of this poem here! I have never shared a recording before, so I hope you like it!