Macaronic Poem: Combines different languages or types of languages. This poem combines journalistic and poetic language. Here is a link to the article I wrote whose language is used in the poem.

Religion Construction Sparks All-Faith Discussion

My bibles love to tell me.

A non-denominational meeting space,

on the high holy notes of

my desire to connect every

passing hour or single snowflake.

My heart or perhaps brain was

reconfigured this summer to

include needed office space.

 

 

I sometimes feel a spirit

in rivers, in a walk in the dark.

I build on stories, let them

manifest in themselves.

Administration sees the

construction as a positive

compromise.

 

 

Each Sunday I used to go.

Didn’t everyone?

“It’s at least a service to the

community kind of thing.”

 

 

Teachers at Sunday School once made us

sit in front of our own

individually-wrapped Snickers bar.

All

class

long

I was sure I’d get it,

if I was patient.

Too bad,

the lesson was

Temptation.

 

 

I’m involved in the group

focused on the need for a

more appropriate spiritual space.

 

 

I find solace in a canopy of leaves,

here lies my salvation.

 

 

“It’s a chapel by virtue of its name.”