Un-Heard of Riches

For The Sunday Whirl poetry prompt: Wordle #179

live, give, heart, gold, expression, searching,
old, ocean, mind, keep, miner, crossed

And for Poets United: Poetry Pantry # 219


Un-Heard of Riches   

In my old age am aware of living,
of giving away an ocean of expression.
Have criss-crossed both heart and mind
searching for gold buried in deepest ocean
of memories.

And like a miner, prospector of long ago,
have withheld a few of those precious nuggets.
Keeping them for self. Believing them to be
most prized and personal of possessions.

Elizabeth Crawford  9/21/14

Notes: This one was difficult. As soon as I saw the list, I immediately began to hear the song in my head and it refused to be banished no matter how I tried. Almost gave up, but finally found a way around the song, almost. Image is a photo of a backyard bon-fire put through the kaleidoscope app.

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A Certain Type of Anxiety

For The Sunday Whirl poetry prompt: Wordle #178


hospital, tests, anxiety, fluff, words, ouch,
pester, blood, know, meal, center, jello

A Certain Type of Anxiety

Remember test anxiety?
How blood suddenly felt thicker,
making knees wobble like jello
and eating a meal was unthinkable?

Didn’t make any difference
if it was words or numbers
one needed to know, mind
became nothing but fluff.

Could poke, prod, and pester
but at center there was only
a blank space, emptiness filled
with the ouch of doubt about knowing.

Age puts school long behind me, yet
still feel chilly chiming echo when
doctor says she needs tests done
at hospital.

Elizabeth 9/14/14

Notes: Have to admit the rebel in me rebels when the word list seems to have a particular bent or focus. This one seemed that way to me and I almost walked away from it. Took a while but finally realized I could write about test anxiety, but that left a few of the words hanging out there in the wind until I realized that test anxiety is still a factor in my reality.

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Words :1- Elizabeth :0

For The Sunday Whirl poetry prompt: Wordle #177


horses, signal, bullets, thrust, plant, dismal,
edge, spot, rose, locks, ball, meandering

Words :1 – Elizabeth :0

Today, I ran away from the words.
But they refused my most adamant
signals, thrusting themselves
into meandering edge of awareness.

Wanted to punch them down like a ball
of bread dough, but they just kept rising,
buzzing at my ear like a dismal cloud
of ravenous locusts.

Wild horses trampling fragile plants
in my quiet garden of consciousness,
or bullets locked onto chosen target
of rather spotty perceptions.

Throwing hands in air, I conceded,
while they dared to cheer.

Elizabeth Crawford  9/7/14

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Flight Of Fancy

For The Sunday Whirl poetry prompt: Wordle #175

Image from Internet

Image from Internet

stutter, cliff, rickety, bones, cart, absence
rift, flight, longing, sustain, baffles, language

Flight of Fancy

Dried bits of bone stutter
in grumbling guttural
language with every
movement of the rickety cart

as it is pulled painstakingly
up path leading to the cliff
edge by equally old, weary donkey.
In absence of logical reason,

imagination creates baffling
image of two eagles longing
to sustain, even in death, flight
over ancient rift that used to be


Elizabeth Crawford 8/24/14

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Wordle Wind

For The Sunday Whirl poetry prompt: Wordle #173

bend, east, lane, limit, case, grain,
sound, parts, straight, water, eye, way


Wordle Wind

Try to bend my way with whatever
wind is passing through these parts,
straightening my sails while keeping
an eye on the water line.

Wasn’t always the case. Limited
by small grain of understanding,
had to completely switch lanes
to sound of soughing exasperation.

Finally learned to look east, toward
rising sun. To remember that each
morning is a new beginning and I
will find whatever I need within it.

Elizabeth Crawford  8/10/14

Notes: Image is an inverted template with a pen and ink line weave drawing in its center.

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Two For One

For The Sunday Whirl poetry prompt: Wordle #172

irritation, sound, disclose, bliss, last, signal,
appetite, sun, flamboyant, jumbled, point, tire

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With a seeming appetite for irritation,
he discloses most recent occurrence for
flamboyant, often overdone agitation.
Someone else is always to blame.

Ignoring polite social signals, he finds bliss
in proclaiming missteps in colleagues’ behavior,
super quick to point a finger, raising sound
of his voice above surrounding chatter.

With grumbling need, must always have last
word. Never tires of explaining how the sun
is a dying star, and that means nothing is of real
importance in this jaded, jumbled, tumbled world.

Zentangle Mandala #10 8-12-09 4

That Time of Year Again

Flamboyant bliss is never found
in filling out forms. Voiceless,
without a sound, they signal certain
jumbled blank void, pointing toward
hidden place in primitive brain stem.

Upon first appearance they swiftly
move past irritation, disclosing
dark and numbing fear. Having no
appetite for their silent intimidation,
quickly grow exceedingly tired,

yearning for rest and bright sunlight.

Elizabeth Crawford 8/3/14

Notes: The first thing these words brought to mind was the TV character Dr. House (have been watching back episodes on Netflix). They wouldn’t let go until I wrote the first piece.
Did that, but then they spoke to another very real issue: my phobia about filling out forms. My daughter, who comes alongside to help, says that I am normally an intelligent and articulate woman, but faced with an empty form to fill out, I become something else…I believe she mentioned drooling…lol.

First image is from the internet. Second one is how my brain feels when faced with a form that needs information and answers. It began as a pen and ink doodle but was altered digitally by a distortion app.

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Dabbling Gambol

For The Sunday Whirl poetry prompt: Wordle #171

dabble, thrill, whack, hallowed, blasts, stained,
hunt, unfolds, shallow, center, skill, reveal

And For Poets United: Poetry Pantry #211



 Dabbling Gambol

While the babbling rabble
scramble to hunt down
whatever stains their shallow
sense of that which is hallowed,
blasting their wacky beliefs
at innocent bystanders only
to reveal their own ignorance,

she, with minimum skill, thrills

to stillness at center of being


as she dabbles with scrambling colors


to reveal exquisite rambling hues


of ever-unfolding beauty.

Elizabeth Crawford  7/27/14

Notes: Hell of a run on sentence, yes? Had a load of fun with the words this week. The word dabble really caught my fancy and I started trying out different sound a-likes for it. That led to this, which is true of the past week. Have been reading a great deal of violent rhetoric on FB and decided my response to that would be to post beautiful kaleidoscope images each day, using photos my niece took in her backyard garden. Used all of the words, but changed whack to wacky.  The first image here, is one I used from a FB friend (she was pleased with the outcome). She’d been using it as her profile pic. The rest of the images came from that same image when put through the kaleidoscope app.

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