For The Poet

Her words
feel like a conspiracy.
Drag me, unwilling,
down dark path
wending into past,
tied up in knots
bound in shadowy corners
of only hoped for

Still, I seek
these carelessly dropped
firmly stomping on some,
pushing them deep
into soft receptive soil,
grasping others,
hording them in sack
slung across back,
knowing one day
they might bring
and an end
to hunger.

Elizabeth Crawford  11/17/09


About 1sojournal

Loves words and language. Dances on paper to her own inner music. Loves to share and keeps several blogs to facilitate that. They can be found here:
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2 Responses to For The Poet

  1. Susan B. says:

    It’s been a long time since I was able to come to your site.I forget how much I appreciate your insights within your poetry. Thank you.


  2. 1sojournal says:

    Am so happy to see you here, after such a long absence. I particularly like this piece because it came together while I was browsing someone else’s poetry. I am all for inspiration. Good to have you back and will look forward to a nice long chat.



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