Prayer Jar

Poetry a glass jar tied with a ribbon on earthy ground

A piece of pulped wood
smudged charcoal
fervent fingers
a primal prayer imprinted
burnt in a flash of flames
ashes ashes
they float like dust moats
momentarily suspended
till a gust of wind
send them scattering
far and wide
far and wide

the air swirls with prayers
an open jar
never full

 Does anybody hear them?
…Does anybody hear

7 responses to “Prayer Jar”

  1. Beautiful, Rafia. Evoking much in this poem. ❤️

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    1. Thank you as always ! ❤ ❤

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      1. You’re most welcome, Rafia. Always. ❤️❤️

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  2. What wonderful focus between the italic lines and their counterparts! The last line was particularly stark.

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    1. Thank you Jaya! for leafing through these pages and leaving your presence behind ^-^

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  3. Beautiful Rafia…I think they are heard.. inside a jar or out..:).

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    1. You think so? Sometimes…you wonder really in face of cruelty


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