April PAD Challenge: Day 24

Unity

something about a grain of sand
and how the part is a manifestation of the whole

___Thotpurge

Grain of Sand

I see the pity in your eyes
when you find me here
always in these rooms
alone in a world, I seldom
enter.

Joke about being a Hermit
and, although you smile,
it is softly thinned by nodding
glint of darkness and
disapproval.

You are aware of the gap
and curvature at base of spine
that continues to shorten
my stature, while slowing gait
of others who walk alongside.

Yet, I accept that you don’t
understand, how easily I slip
into this chair, type a few words
and am instantly in touch
with a world beyond your ken.

Because my ‘friends’ are people
who love words, I have tasted
exotic spices of India, smelled
pale orange roses of Australia,
and walked the beaches
of British Columbia with a wild
black wolf, at my side.

You shake your head sadly, say,
“You need to get out.” And never
know how, each day, I travel
further than you have ever dreamed
of being.

Elizabeth Crawford  4/24/2017

Notes: Inspiration for today comes from Thotpurge and her often breathtaking poetry that sends my mind on scavenger hunts. When I read the above lines (from her poem Unfaithful Eyes), these words started whispering through my head and refused to be denied. I can only thank her for that. Her wonderful and often thought provoking poems and conversations may be found here:

https://thotpurge.wordpress.com

Image is a Marc Bove design which I colored with fine art pens in India Ink. It most often reminds me of how we have a tendency to fence in our word through shortsightedness. Marc’s designs can be found by clicking on the Mandala Gallery listed just below my banner.

 

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April PAD Challenge: Day 23

For The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #296
http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com

split, strip, row, key, lethal, deck,
hollow, thrum, court, stay, fight, glass

For Sunday’s Whirligig: Wordle #108
http://sundayswhirligig.blogspot.com/

soft, blind, peacetime, moons, candy, bastards,
lilting, maidens, rots, buggers, seldom, midnight

For Poets United: Poetry Pantry #350
http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/

Current News

Bastard politicians bugger the truth
and in a split second, words are hollow,
stripped of meaning. Become lethal weapons
thrumming with a blind desire for fight
to the death of any peacetime that might
have been.

While under blighted midnight moon, others
line up in row on deck, to throw rotten candy
at lilting maidens who softly croon of justice,
seldom found in cracked-glass court of law.
Begging for stay of execution from guilty, but
grinning, orange-faced warden fumbling his keys.

Elizabeth Crawford  4/23/2017

Notes: Will admit that when I first saw the two word lists, side by side, I threw my hands in the air and decided there was no way to mesh them together. Tried a bit, but gave it up and took a nap. When I awoke, came here and began typing, using thoughts of this week’s news (misplaced Armada, and Bill O’Reilly being fired but receiving a year’s wages). In fifteen minutes had it all down and used all of the words.

Image is an Escher drawing titled Unraveling. Thought is was appropriate for both the process and the poet.

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April PAD Challenge: Day 22

Stepping Stones
Photograph
by
Elizabeth Crawford

Stepping Stones

Slowly wake from seemingly
long sleep. Shake head
trying to dislodge cobwebs
from rafters of mind.

Unintended hibernation.

Hard work of remembering,
trying to get back to where
it began. Endless unraveling
of blurred images.

Trying to find Normal.

Normal doesn’t exist. Empty
wish, like spring green grasses
whispering as they reach
to embrace weathered shack.

Still seeking home.

Elizabeth Crawford 4/22/2017

Notes: Sometimes the inspiration comes in a set of waking images. One leading to another, seemingly disconnected, but not. A stream of consciousness sort of experience. That is what happened this morning. The images came, but until I wrote them down, they didn’t connect. I like the result, and the structure they took. Image is a photo taken in my sister’s garden. Stepping stones have always intrigued me, reminding me that each step on our path is a choice we make. Music is Peter Gabriel’s, Solsbury Hill.

Love how he changes directions and the music simply continues.

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April PAD Challenge: Day 21

Word Gathering

Put book face down
atop another
I have yet to finish.
Pages meet, greet
one another.
Words begin to whisper
create pictures, some
hide in corners,
while others form a band,
begin to play loud music,
start dancing. At least
two stand up to give speeches:
political, environmentalist,
another calls for revolution,
while others march
in formation.

It’s all good. Words are seditious
by nature.

Elizabeth Crawford 4/21/2017

Notes: Today’s inspiration is the image. Pen and ink line weave drawing. It has always suggested how words have a power to create other places, things, and feelings.

Music is The Logical Song by Roger Hodgson, co-founder of Supertramp.

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April PAD Challenge: Day 20

The Portal
Manipulated Photograph
by
Elizabeth Crawford

The Portal

Slip with ease
through portal of mind,
where secrets hide
yet, constantly
whisper.

Call me by name
from where they hang,
like paintings
on living room
walls.

Tell me of other
times and places
sketching faces
of both strangers
and friends.

Few were even enemies
wanting something
I couldn’t give, including
this space in which
I live.

Yet, all are gifts,
come to teach me
lessons I couldn’t
have learned without
their vivid presence.

So, I slip with ease
through this portal
of remembering, knowing
that each one has something
of value to offer.

Elizabeth Crawford  4/20/2017

Notes: Inspiration for today comes from the image above, an Autumn photograph put through the kaleidoscope app, which has always made me think of the magical, mystical opening of memory with all of its stories and lessons.

And that in turn reminds me of one of my favorite Paul Simon songs…

 

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April PAD Challenge: Day 19

Line Dancing

There’s more than one way
to dance black ink
on white paper.

Yes, words have meaning
can tell a story
that moves the soul.

But, black lines repeated
might take breath away
and swiftly lift spirits,

to soar amidst clouds
weaving through currents
in solitary wing waltz.

Might create intricate patterns
that capture the eye
while soothing inner turmoil.

Might make different music
that moves lonely heart,
to which I can only hope

you would dance.

Elizabeth Crawford 4/19/2017

Notes: Image is a pen and ink, repeat pattern drawing which began
as a simple stencil of circles. I call it a Zentangle.

It reminds me of this song, by Lee Ann Womack.

 

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April PAD Challenge: Day 18

My Ring of Fire

Built it one word at a time,
gathered like fallen branches
then lit with soul fire.

Tended it carefully
each early morning, sometimes
through the night.

Awaiting your presence
that we might speak
share whispers

of soul thoughts, meanings
found that have brought
light and warmth,

allowing each to find
their way through
endless curves of darkness.

And when you rise to leave
I will give you a small
burning bundle,

using what you have given
to feed my own need,
in hope that you find another

with whom to share
this precious, word by word,
ring of fire.

Elizabeth Crawford 4/18/2017

Notes: Image is a photograph of a bonfire we sat around in my sister’s backyard. I put it through the kaleidoscope app and found an endless array of designs of warmth and light.

Ring of Fire was originally sung by Johnny Cash and became an iconic song for those of a certain generation. Passed down, it has stood the test of time, and is preformed here, by a group called Home Free.

 

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