Rebel: A Cherita

Today at DVerse Poetics, we are sharing poems that include taboo subjects. I wrote this cherita this morning before reading the prompt, but I think it is fitting, even though I intended this to be humorous, not serious, Nevertheless, it is a true story! Gasp!

I would sneak off to go to Mass.

One time, I jaywalked, while getting
High on sugar, from a Slurpee.

I take my coffee black,
And I have been known
To drink it from a teacup.


This was inspired by this week’s flash-fiction challenge as well as FOWC: Top. Follow the first link to see the picture. 

The day the foreign spaceship came


I was caught up, abducted —

But looking through the UFO’s windows


I saw the tops of buildings, tiny.

There was so much beyond my knowledge,

So much above the limits I had seen.


For Fandango’s flash fiction challenge #24, which uses this photo for inspiration: 061d30a5-5861-4fd9-b97f-0168eea77a31

An atlas is open, made of paper —


A man points with index fingers

Attached to weathered hands: “Here.”


I post this from a smartphone —

Atlas carries the changing Earth

Does that place exist anymore?


“Abraham your father rejoiced to see my day;
he saw it and was glad.”
John 8:56

The faith of Abraham was strong enough for sacrifice.

She wants the fire of burning love
But does not know how long faith will suffice.

O happiness! O joy! Their susurrations
Swish inside her heart, hiding, she seeks —
Trying to rediscover what is without price.


A cherita for NaPoWriMo day 14, inspired by a portion of the Gospel reading from a few days ago.


At Real Toads, we are invited to write about wistful sadness, or in Japanese, mono no aware.

I will let you pass through the checkpoint.

This is your flight, not mine.
Only those with a boarding pass may enter.

I have no pass; it is not my time.
But one day it will be my flight.
One day I will leave behind unknown others.

Poor Widow

For Real Toads this weekend, we are trying the cherita form. It is like a story in 6 lines, and the lines can be any length. This was inspired by yesterday’s Gospel reading, about the widow who put in just a tiny bit of money into the treasury (Mark 12:38-44).

She put in everything.

Two coins a bigger offering
Than the rich ones’ wealth.

All she has to live on:
Trust, profound hope in God
Are the rich ones poor?