Interrupted Flight

For 1sojournal NaPoWriMo Poetry Prompt #24: Day 24
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hawks, similar, own, undivided, example, color
chosen, focus, season, difficult human, missive,

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Interrupted Flight

With ruffled feathers,
like a hawk, she peers
fiercely down from perch
at front of classroom.

Rustling paper from last
row draws her attention.
Pulled like a magnet,
she prepares to pounce.

Soft shy smile of latest
fledgling stops her startled
descent, as he offers her
polished red apple.

Elizabeth Crawford  4/24/14

Notes: Caught up in the poem a day challenge and a bit of illness, I lost track of the fact that this is supposed to be fun. Wordles have a strange affect on me. Too often, I find myself struggling with the words and the desire to use all of them. Someone recently reminded me that is not the purpose of a word list. The only purpose is to hopefully supply inspiration that will result in a coherent piece. Which means I am free to use all or none, and sometimes only one of the words listed. Once reminded, this piece came quickly and easily, and was also fun. Thanks Brenda. The image is from the internet.

 

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Poet-Hawk II

For 1sojournal NaPoWriMo Poetry Prompt #23: Day 23
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hawks, similar, own, undivided, example, color
chosen, focus, season, difficult human, missive,

Heading Home Digital Painting by Elizabeth Crawford

Heading Home
Digital Painting
by
Elizabeth Crawford

Poet-Hawk II

Hawks, whether soaring, on the hunt,
or perched sentinel on a tree branch,
are perfect examples of undivided
focus. Silent piercing stare
follows chosen target as it moves
(unaware of its stalker).

Similar intensity may be found in poet.
Piercing stare stalking words which seem
unaware of their need to be owned
(and/or spoken). Finished missive, for one
brief moment, allows poet fuller kinship
with fierce hawk in flight.

Elizabeth Crawford  4/23/14

Notes: Yesterday, was pulled away by summons for a CT SCAN at hospital. Posted what I considered a less than finished piece. Felt it was awkward, had a few hiccoughs, and definitely needed some reworking and polishing. Had plenty of time during wait for procedure and then for results, to work it through in my head. For me, this is a new poem, far closer to what I had originally planned. The image is one of my earliest digital paintings, accomplished with the help of a friend.

 

 

 

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Poet-Hawk

For 1sojournal NaPoWriMo Poetry Prompt #22: Day 22
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hawks, similar, own, undivided, example, color
chosen, focus, season, difficult human, missive,

Photograph by J.G.

Photograph by J.G.

Poet-Hawk

Hawks, whether soaring, on the hunt,
or perched sentinel on a tree branch,
are perfect example of undivided
focus. Silent piercing stare
following chosen target as it moves,
unaware of its fierce stalker.

Similar intensity might be found in human
poet, especially during fickle month
of April. Stalking difficult words each day,
coloring emotional images unaware of need
to be spoken. Owning finished missive
through coming seasons because, for one
moment, it allowed us to feel we could fly.

Elizabeth Crawford  4/22/14

 

 

 

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On Finding That Dream

For 1sojournal NaPoWriMo Poetry Prompt #21: Day 21

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perception, years, door, dream,
leave, remain, ghost, never, find, whisper

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On Finding That Dream

Might take years to find
that dream one can wrap
both head and heart around.

Ghosts of old perceptions remain,
continue to whisper their chants
of woulds and shoulds,
can’ts and don’ts.

If one leans in to truly listen,
will hear much softer voice of soul
as it sings, behind all that other
chatter:

There’s the door
to your dream,
leave,
and never look back.

Elizabeth Crawford 4/21/14

 

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Preserving Connections

For The Sunday Whirl poetry prompt: Wordle #157
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bones, twice, stolen, water, rocking, open, mess,
aches, bridge, sink, sway, limb, sharp

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Preserving Connections

Twice stolen by opposing forces
somewhere in long ago past,
the bridge still stands. Under girded
by mess of sharp boulders, has been
known to sway a bit in really high
winds, releasing soft low groans
like the old timer it is, complaining
of aches in brittle bones, or poorly
knit limbs.

Rapidly running water that bisects
two sides of town, seems on occasion
to rise up in open threat to rock trembling
trestle from its foundation. Trying
to sink it forever into cold depths
of oblivion. In silent accord all town
residents rush to fill sandbags, and with
grit and determination hold together
this single bridge that connects them,
keeps them from becoming
opposing forces.

Elizabeth Crawford  4/20/14

 

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Awakening of Clarity and Understanding

For 1sojournal NaPoWriMo Poetry Prompt #19: Day 19
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perception, years, door, dream, leave,
remain,ghost, never, find, whisper

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Awakening of Clarity and Understanding

When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone,
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown, the dream is gone

Lyrics from Uncomfortably Numb
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by Roger Waters and David Gilmour

Childhood perceptions are often
only partial at best. Due to lack
of complete understanding, trauma
can remain in subconscious
for years. Ghostly whispers
haunting dreams, causing ‘night
terrors’, finding wrong where it
was never intended.

Know from own experience,
that logical adult can correct
such misconceptions, realign
terror induced memories without
need for drug abuse numbness
or drowning in ‘happy pill’ substitutions.
Leaving them all behind, finally
opening door to healthy future, no
longer impeded by childhood fear.

Elizabeth Crawford 4/19/14

Notes: When I first heard Pink Floyd’s Comfortably Numb, I tuned it out as my teen-aged son’s need to listen to ‘his’ kind of music. A few years later, when I finally really listened to it, I fully understood and related to this verse. Drug abuse was not a solution, and I had a negative reaction to the ‘happy pills’ which were prescribed. I had long been interested in Dream Work, later even teaching some classes in the techniques I had developed. Especially the one that allowed me to be free of a periodic repetitive nightmare that had haunted me since childhood, through teen years, and into mid-life. All caused by childhood trauma. The image is of a sunrise over Lake Michigan, taken by a friend. It always makes me think of “awakening” in the truest sense of that word, as does the song, ironically.

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A Bit Of Word Play

For 1sojournal NaPoWriMo Poetry Prompt #18: Day 18
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incapable, harmony, prefer, ragged, write
damaged, sacred, allow, women, path

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A Bit Of Word Play

Are we incapable of creating
a path where women are allowed
to be sacred? Sacred as it was
originally meant: separated, set apart
for God’s purpose, not man’s.

Are we all so damaged that we prefer
this ragged-edged reality to even
a modicum of harmony? Harmony
as it was originally meant: a fitting
together (into God’s plan, not man’s).

Perhaps it is time to speak of one original
meaning for the word write: to tear
(ourselves away from man’s interpretation,
not God‘s original meanings).

Elizabeth Crawford  4/18/14

Notes: I do love to play with words, their meanings, and the history of how they evolved, often finding inspiration in doing so. After writing the first verse, I was stumped as to where to take this piece, almost leaving the first verse as the whole of it. Then looked up the meaning of harmony and the rest, as they say, is History, or Herstory, whichever you prefer. The image is one of my original pen and ink line weave drawings and has always reminded me of the music and harmony that may be found in relationship. The background for the image was digitally manipulated.

 

 

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