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This week's prompt at Big Tent Poetry asked us to come up with our own holiday. I didn't come up with a specific holiday, but I thought of something to celebrate...

I would raise my glass
to all that go
from impossible
to inevitable
with no state of being
in between:
snow and tulips
babies and freckles
democracy and wrinkles
you and me

Where they come from

Flecks of rust flake from my
Red hair, like pigment dandruff, and sprinkle my face while I am sleeping.
Evidence of my unfinished business or
Cancelled wishes?
Kisses from angels, my mother said, a
Lovely sentiment to be sure but
Even that seems insufficient explanation, I need
Some grander theory of origination.

Today's NaPoWriMo prompt from readwritepoem asked us to write an acrostic, which I have not done since I was a kid! As you see, I still have freckled on the brain (an on my face).

Freckled Woman

A freckled woman
Must make friends with her mirror
And learn not to count

A freckled woman
Lives at the intersection
Of cute and blemished

A freckled woman
Is queen of those persistent,
Rare, recessive genes

A freckled woman
Warily regards the sun
And hopes for détente

A freckled woman
Knows there’s really no such thing
As a blank canvas

A freckled woman
Pities the timidly smooth,
The always airbrushed

A freckled woman
Can’t help but put it out there
And hope for the best

Today's NaPoWriMo prompt from readwritepoem asked us to write about the idea of perfection or imperfection. When I thought imperfection, I thought freckles!