Flood

For Poets United: Mid-week Motif – Flood
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Drowning in hate-filled rhetoric,
lies in words that no longer
hold any meaning,
shouted by faces
that have lost all likeness
to a compassionate humanity.

Turn away.
Dive into lines and color,
swimming through sea of images
I, alone, have created. Reds, blues,
golds, and greens saturate skin,
soak deep into muscles,
until I must rise again
to breathe deeply.

Tired, look around to find
nothing has changed, all remains
the same. Slowly close eyes
preferring to sink, once again,
beneath ink flowing
from my printer.

Elizabeth Crawford  8/16/2017

Notes: I was grateful when my sister said I could join her, and a friend, in taking part in an Art Fair. I wanted desperately to remove myself from all the division and word slinging going on around me. So I have been busily creating photo prints to sell at the Fair. Until this morning, when I found the Mid-Week Motif prompt and my mind was flooded by words and even more color. The image is a digital painting to which I added the flood effect. A song also came to mind…

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Endless

The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #309
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mean, carry, poor, trigger, born, sea,
nothing, shake, beam, post, pick, string

Sunday’s Whirligig: Wordle # 121
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hate, bliss, rapture, wig, lips, sandals,
loathe, dents, draw, relapse, broccoli, delight

Endless

Pick at string of memories
triggered by mean sea
of nothing and everything.

Would prefer to beam them
out into stratosphere, shake
loose of this burden I carry

but, was born tied to metal
post, sometimes called
rapid recall.

Poor excuse, when delight
and bliss suddenly transform
into hate and loathing.

Then swiftly relapse into
the blandness of broccoli
boiled to worn sandal leather.

Even a wig of natural curls
might be drawn to straightness
by these dents of curving mind tricks.

Lips would pray for a moment of blank
rapture, but at my age, that sounds
too much like death.

Elizabeth Crawford  7/23/2017

Notes: Been a while since I did both word lists. Started with one, but had to go get the other to finish my train of thought. Did use all of the words. Image is a hand drawn, pen and ink zendala with an added bit of color.

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Movement

Movement

Outside
thunder rumbles
from
distance.

Inside
raindrops
pearl every
window.

Deep within
quiet stillness
awaiting
direction.

Elizabeth Crawford  7/12/2017

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How Much?

How Much?

How much would you give
to see another defeated?
A day of your life in sunlight?
Pain of scraped raw knuckles
smashed against bony jaw,
or sharp teeth?

How much would you give
to see another on his knees,
head bent in defeat, shoulders
slumped forward waiting
for the next blow?

How much would you give
to see blood bursting from lips,
eyes swollen shut, turning deep
purple and blue?

Would your lips curl in a grin
of victory? Would you dance your
glee around that other? Take a photo,
so you can finger it years later,
lingering to remember how much
your hatred might have cost you?

Elizabeth Crawford  6/28/2017

Notes: Posted to Poets United: Mid-Week Motif – War and Peace
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Dialogue on War and Peace

Dialogue on War and Peace

What is War?

Humanity marking it’s territory
like any other creature.
Drawing a line, then saying,
“You don’t look like me,
don’t think, or speak like me.
You don’t belong in my space.
If you cross this line
I have drawn,
I must destroy you.”

What is Peace?

Calmness that comes from within.
A soul seeking ultimate goal
of wholeness, to be found
in acceptance of whatever
comes.

What destroys Peace?

Fear.

Fear of what?

Of not belonging.

How does one conquer such fear?

Through acceptance. That it exists
in self, and in all others.

We all share the same fear?

Yes. Allowing it to drive us
is what causes War.

Elizabeth Crawford  6/28/2017

Note: Image is from the internet.

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Half Lotus

Half Lotus

Everyday I sit
in this huge leather
chair, legs crossed
in yoga style called
a ‘half-lotus’ pose.

Started as a child
when short stature
didn’t allow feet
to rest firmly
on the floor.

Causing discomfort
when I’d rise
and a stumbling
gait from lack
of circulation.

Severe spinal stenosis
continues to cause pain,
as spine slowly collapses
in tiny increments
that steal height.

Doctor says, at my age,
the way I sit might be
the only reason
I remain mobile,
albeit, with a cane.

And I must wonder,
if the way I sit
is the reason I see
the world so differently
than many others.

Through a lens
of metaphor and simile,
meditative imagery,
that still awes me,
like that child

of shortened stature.

Elizabeth Crawford  6/21/2017

Notes: Image is from the internet.

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