For Poets United Midweek Motif: Change



Change is upon us.
We knew it was coming,
yet are not prepared.

Couldn’t have dreamed
of these possibilities, so
scream at nightmares unleashed.

Waste energy girding belts
already tightened, watching
enlightenment become darkness.

Compassion and caring
tossed out like dirty dishwater,
replaced by blind greed.

Hope is not lost unless
we let go of it. Remember,
any light brings new definitions.

Hold onto that light, don’t let
these changes change you. Hold
true to that which is within you.

Alone we are fragile, but together
we can and must resist this evil
that now walks among us.

Together, hand in hand, we can
and will defeat these new/old

Elizabeth Crawford 1/25/2017

Notes: Carpetbaggers is a unique term that comes from American History. After the Civil War, there was a period of time labeled the Reconstruction. Supposedly a time of rebuilding that would unify the country, once again. Opportunists flooded the beleaguered Southern States with only one intention, to fill their own coffers during that rebuilding. They were called by that name because they didn’t travel with heavy suitcases but with a bag made of carpet material and far more easily handled (just in case they were discovered and had to flee quickly).  They lied and cheated, taking advantage wherever possible, always making promises, they had no intention of keeping. Sound familiar?

I recently watched an old series on Netflix titled Hell on Wheels. It is the story of the building of the transcontinental railroad, which was considered a symbol of reunification. It’s a sometimes raw and gritty portrayal but not a bad one of that reality. And Colm Meany plays a very good Trump-like character throughout. Which is one of the reasons I watched the whole series.

The image is a photo of a bonfire put through the kaleidoscope app.






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Call To Resistance

For Sunday’s Whirligig: Wordle #94

slip, well, grief, turning, place, breathe,
source, glimmering, coins, thrown, something, still

For The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #282

water, sense, peak, draw, blue, wake,
circle, singe, ribbon, stitch, shrill, become

For Poets United: Poetry Pantry #336


Call to Resistance

Senses stilled in this place of grief,
awaken only slowly. Watch glimmering
coins of hope, thrown into wishing well,
slip silently into blue water. Seeking
source of easier breathing, become
something that will turn new page.

Will not singe fingers, but allow them
to stitch together a circle of genuine caring.
Calm shrill call to violence, by drawing a path,
a ribbon-like trail that leads to the peak
of this experience we choose to call
Freedom for all.

Elizabeth Crawford 1/15/2017

Notes: Image is a photo taken at the Botanical Gardens. I used all of the words.




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Single Truth

For The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #281

reap, single, cheat, feeble, lean, siren,
preen, leap, flee, seal, truth, climb

For Sundays Whirligig: Wordle #93

siblings, meek, prowls, spring, inhale, fear,
pressed, remind, sleep, hungry, lamb, wolves

For Poets United: Poetry Pantry #334


Single Truth

Fear might reap sleepless nights, bring
dreams of hungry wolves climbing into
bed with feeble lambs. Prowling, pressing up
against meek siblings inhaling their siren
song of leaping darkness.

Until reminded of single truth. That leanest
light will always cheat whatever night shadows
creep within its surrounding seal of preening
obscurity. Springing forth to clearly define reality
of what only trembling imagination has created.

Elizabeth Crawford 1/8/2017

Notes: I always take a couple of looks at the word lists, before actually proceeding. Somehow the words seem to form themselves into some kind of pattern. When the first line comes, I type it in, and the other words fall into place. I often don’t know where we are going, until we arrive.

Image is a bonfire photo taken in my sister’s backyard. I used all of the words.




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My Wish For 2017

For Creativity Challenge Day 40: Finish


My Wish For 2017

In early morning mist,

tired traveler

missteps, stumbles

to her knees.

From the dawn’s


a hand reaches out,

to help her

to her feet.


she comes upon

unknown child

shivering in a corner.

Unfolds her old

extra blanket,

gently covering

his shoulders.

Passing on

one kindness



Elizabeth Crawford 12/30/2016

Notes: This is the last of the daily prompts for the Creativity Challenge. It has been quite an experience, creating 80 posts in 40 days. But, definitely worth the effort. Thanks to all who participated and hope to see you on the other side of the New Year. What have I learned from all of this? It’s here in this post. One act of kindness can have a tremendous affect on our world. May it always be so.

Image is a digital painting. An accident that happened while playing with colors. It is titled Prayer At Dawn.



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For Creativity Challenge Day 39: Silence



The heart has reasons that reason doesn’t understand.
___Blaise Pascal

to your heart
of life.
A gift
as it pumps
through system
its way
to fruition.
in song
it sings
that well

Elizabeth Crawford 12/29/2016



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A Quiet Foe Is A Dangerous One

For Creativity Challenge Day 38:  Relief


 A Quiet Foe Is A Dangerous One

What would relief look like
today? A smile, a kind word,
instead of the anger and hatred.

We are divided, standing toe
to toe, hands clenched in fists,
twisted lips spewing filth

at one another.

This is not who we are, nor
who we want to be, and yet
we continue to squabble.

While the Orange man keeps
stirring the pot with one hand,
counting his money with the other,

and laughing at all of us.

We are playing his game
and he is winning. Always
upping the ante on fear.

Let us, instead, quiet ourselves,
turn our backs on him, breathe
deeply, smile at one another, while

remaining absolutely silent.

Elizabeth Crawford 12/28/2016




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Cutting Edge

For Creativity Challenge Day 37: Path


Cutting Edge

Life is a journey
down innumerable highways,
with even more tangents.
Sometimes ending
in cul-de-sacs, where
footsteps become hollow
impossible echoes
that can’t be followed.

Long ago, I chose to follow
a path of words that continues
to lead me steadily forward.
Gives me freedom to define
my own purpose with
ever-expanding definitions.

Allows me to fly with feathers
of truth, and to take
a four-legged stance
to defend my position.

Keeps me behind a banner
of responsibility that always
accompanies any freedom.
Helps me in seeking truth
I wish to express, and to
uncover the lies that others
might be speaking.

Words have become my only
weapons, and I have learned
to trust bright keen sharpness
hidden within their wisdom.

Elizabeth Crawford 12/27/2016






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