To the Republican Legislators in Texas

For Creativity Challenge Day 17: ability
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To the Republican Legislators in Texas

You may see yourselves
as well-dressed gentlemen
of power, polished, even
educated, in the ways
of a world that should rightly
respect all such abilities.

But, instead, you have shown
us the scrawny tail feathers
of your true being.

Swooping down on your V
shaped wings, you think speak
of victory, you are no more
than vultures, turkey buzzards,
swooping in to make carrion
of the most vulnerable among us.

All in service to your insatiable
hunger to express your ‘rightful’
power to feed off we ‘lesser’ others.

Under the guise of your legal
pomp and circumstances, you
have missed the lessons of how
disabilities can, with care
and careful attention, be turned
into strengths immeasurable.

And how we unwashed, ignorant
masses, still retain the power
to burn all of your refined assets.

Elizabeth Crawford 12/7/2016

Notes: After reading how the Republican Legislators of Texas have cut Medicaid funding to children with disabilities.

Image is a digital painting titled The Burning Bush

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A World of Color

For Creativity Challenge Day 16: Color
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A World of Color

Mine is a world of color,
language and lines.
Sometimes black words
of hate spewed from mouth
of strangers, tinted overall
in red of passion engorged rage.

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One moment green with growth

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and the next a murky twilight
haze of deep blue and purple
blocking any clearer view.

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Soon enough, mellowing to yellow
of hope for a better place, space

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of clear water blue, where green
grows vibrant again, in rich brown soil.

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Whirl of fast twirling thoughts
that precede a greyed lavender cloud
of storm, flashing dazzling
white streak of lightning
against a weathered sky.

Stormy Weather

Perhaps best, are times when mind goes blank,
becomes only black background for white
line of thought, reaching in geometric
patterns that might entrance for hours.

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 Elizabeth Crawford 12/6/2016

Notes: Images were all created by me: digital paintings, designs then colored with India Ink, or pen and ink line weave drawings manipulated and then inverted.

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A Conversation

For Creativity Challenge Day 15: Together
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A Conversation

Yesterday, I gave the world
a hug. She thanked me, filled
my soul with her deep rich
warmth. Then asked,

What have you learned,
Little one?

That alone, I am only one.
One voice, amid many others.
But, together there is strength.
In unity, our voices have
been heard.

You speak of Standing Rock?
You realize this is but a first
step? That many more
will need to be taken? One
at a time. One after another?
This has already been
centuries in the making.

But, I am an old woman.
What more can I do?

Keep learning the ways
of the original Protectors.
Learn to quiet that brash
need to move forward.
Learn to accomplish
patience. Learn to breathe
in this moment, taste its
fullness before releasing it,
then breathe in the next.
Keep your eyes and ears
open, to see, to listen. Let

your senses teach you
how to be both patient
and grateful for the life
you have been given.

Patience and gratitude, huh?

Yes, she says, with the warmth
of a sunrise in her smiling voice.
The natural slowing down
with age, serves a purpose.
It allows for deeper reflection,
and that, in turn, allows for
a depth of understanding, that is
sometimes called Wisdom.

Elizabeth Crawford 12/5/2016

Image is one of my designs, colored with India Ink, then given a digital background.

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A Hug

For Creativity Challenge Day 14: Hug
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For Poets United: Poetry Pantry #331
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A Hug

Who am I to tell
anyone to give a hug
to the world, even
though it is sorely
in need of such
a thing.

Self-proclaimed Hermit.
Idealistic dreamer, wild
of imagination, apprentice
to words, no more
than an unknown poet.

So, I close my eyes,
stretch out my old
woman’s arms, and see:
a rich and gorgeous
blue and green globe
of nurture, sunlight,
and air, appear there
in the darkness.

Suspended now, in front
of me. I reach to gently
fold her in my old
woman’s arms, and begin
to sing, almost in a whisper:
Hush a bye, don’t you cry…

Elizabeth Crawford 12/4/2016

Image is a pencil sketch, given to me as a gift, from a friend.

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An Image

For Creativity Challenge Day 13, Imagination
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An Image

Close my eyes, watch
as they gather, one by one,
in pre-dawn mist and haze.

On shoreline and mountain
meadows, slowly breathing in
scent of fresh soil, the sea,
tall grasses, and fluttering
wild flowers.

Each one adding strength
to the next as they clasp
hands, silently turn to rising
sun, giving unified thanks
for light, warmth, and nurture.

Looking up, they begin to sing…

Elizabeth Crawford 12/3/2016

Notes: The challenge was to imagine your wish for the world, today, and then express it. I thought this was finished at the word nurture. But then I heard them start singing, a very particular song. Am curious, did you hear them singing? And what was the song?

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I Am Diversity

For Creativity Challenge Day 12: Diversity
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I Am Diversity

A Native American grandmother,
keeping her secret, yet giving cryptic,
almost clear answers, to questions asked
by a curious girl child.

A father put out for adoption
before he was a year old, then
back into foster care when only four.

A skull with a steel pin as a stopper,
to hold in all those questions
of a curious girl child.

A niece, adopted, and her three daughters
who have blood of Africa flowing
in veins and coloring their skin.

A nephew, openly gay, who loves
home-baked raspberry pie only
a little less than his lover.

A mother, housewife, who at age
sixty, picked up a paint brush
and showed us all that it’s never
too late to begin.

A Personal Mythology built
around a love of Nature,
animals, and the Wild Child,
within.

A Catholic upbringing that declared
divorce a mortal sin, yet that sin
became only path to freedom
from continued abuse.

Same path that led to a pen,
bleeding black ink as it formed
a map of words and images, telling
the continuing story of diversity,
and how it strengthens
ability to make different choices.
Alters perceptions of changing
courses, while giving ability
to rejoice in finding answers
to curious questions. Celebrates
fact, that although being different,
might be difficult,
it is a very good thing.

Elizabeth Crawford 12/2/2016

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Silence

For Creativity Challenge Day 11: Writer/Artist
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Photo from the Internet

Silence

Can and does make
a statement. Might shout
far better than words
spoken, or written.

As a writer, my hand
slowly falls away from
my mouth, where a gasp
escapes at the thought.

Our newly elected would-be
ruler is about to take his
victory laps, perhaps dreaming
of thundering applause
and joyous shouts of adulation.

What if, instead, he was met
with a wall of humanity, all eyes
focused on him, hands clasped
one to another, and utterly
silent?

Elizabeth Crawford 12/1/2016

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