Outside the Bounds of Sister Cecilia

OUTSIDE THE BOUNDS OF SISTER CECILIA the best firecracker otherworldly seven hues hiss, cackle, kaboom Yes, dear ones, I want to own a pen that produces perfect penmanship, the curlicue calligraphy that Sister Cecilia would have hated. Each color, as my mood dictates would jettison from my mind to paper as a musical note, with hieroglyphic fervor. In unity and uniqueness as my lyrical words ignite each heart…each pen imparts the idea that never ends, heart to heart, light and dark, dear poet. breathless, eternal wax that never defuses its bittersweet light I can hardly stop to cross the t’s and dot the i’s. You, dear loves, like stars grab on - you little prince(s)! You travel light with faeries and dragons light as silk and mighty as giants. We muse together through the galaxy and time. In Athens, we sit down a moment to hear Saint Paul say, “For in him we live and move and have our being. As some of your own poets have said, ‘We are his offspring.’” baptism of seeds in the only plot we know — glorious setting inner poet can’t contain as we head out of the grave Sincerely, as we begin our journey, it never ends — it goes on and on with friends. Sparks fly - serious, silly, frolicking, frenetic and holy. let not ruler scowl - repeat curlicues fifty times to accomplish your dreams 11/30/2021 Haibun- With A Message Sponsor: Charles Messina