Lipogram...

I am in an 80-works poetry class (which is inducing a feeling of sub-par-ness)... but, in response to Emily's glorious one, here is mine: (a poem without the letter e)

Upon Waking

    Luminous glow, pursuit of my soul

       Through nightly fancy and whimsical vagary,

      I follow your hand, a landmark to waking.

     Light strands amiably conducting in flourish

        Draw from my lips a salutatory murmur,

     an animal purring, lapping up morning.

    Dawn’s pallor lights crimson by

        sun’s arching digits, and yogic arms waving

     I cast from my body night’s rigor mortis. 

    Baptizing day’s hours with a nod to St. Francis,

      Crown to the floor, limbs pointing skyward,

     throw in a cobra, a locust, a willow.

  

      In this sanctuary of body and of spirit,

        I anoint God, as glory of ordinary.