For We Write Poems prompt: Triptych Relationship
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Heaven Earth Humanity
spirit soul individual
soul inner connection personal truth
inner connection still small voice listen
still small voice speaks heard at inner ear
speaks enlightenment epiphany
enlightenment light in darkness inspired (breathe in)
light in darkness revelation expressed (breathe out)
revelation shared becomes poem
Thank You Neil Reid
Stillness, a quiet within,
speaks at inner ear, sings
its truth and lights the darkness.
Chases shadows into corners
as definition is heard and seen.
Poem is born to invite others
to see
to hear
to do
the same.
Elizabeth Crawford 2/9/11
*Note: The site would not allow me three straight lines of words. Wanted to throw them around a bit. My apologies.
Soul's Music 
Elizabeth! I LOVE this! So wonderful, I went into a meditative state just reading these wonderful words. Wowzers!
Sherry, Lol, I am hoping that putting you in a meditative state is a good thing? That’s a new one. I don’t believe anyone has ever said that to me about my poetry before. My process happened right in the middle of my daily routine. Wrote my journal page, a bit about how I tried to do the prompt and kept coming up empty. Then went directly to my 1sojournal site to do my daily stone and got the word “concentrate.” Thought about the prompt again, but went to my email account, and there was Neil’s response to the prompt. Something there in his lists made sense and I suddenly knew how to begin. Came here and wrote out my lists. Had no idea where it would go, but suddenly “saw” my own steps and had to thank Neil for his part in the inspiration. And thanks for the compliment, it definitely gets a slow walk to the kudo box,
Elizabeth
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Elizabeth I loved the way you “placed” the words. I thought it was done to give more importance to some words….Wonderful write, on the one I didn’t think I could do…you did it so beautifully!
Annell, the placement of the words was a peculiarity in the mechanics of the site dashboard. I couldn’t get the straight down line-up I wanted, so quit trying before I totally obliterated the list, lol. The poem came so fast and so smoothly that I was surprised to look up and see it finished. The lists act like a stream of consciousness write, which simply works as a focus for concentration. The center list became the repeat and the beginning of the next layer. I, for one, will definitely use this practice again. Thanks for your words, and I really didn’t think I could do it.
Elizabeth
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Elizabeth, this is beautiful and I am impressed at how
you handled this prompt. I found this triptych form
quite perplexing.
Pamela
So did I, Pamela. I kept starting and stopping through the week. And then this morning with Neil’s example and help, I suddenly saw the steps and walked through them. Didn’t know if anything would come of it, but then it was there. Love it when that happens. And thanks for stopping and reading,
Elizabeth
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Your poem makes so much sense of a difficult prompt. I have read it twice and will again. I enjoy the interconnectedness of it all…connection, personal truth, enlightenment, inspired, express, shared..wow!
Wow! is a good word for what happened this morning. A good word for how I feel in this moment. One of the things I absolutely love about the prompt circuit is how it constantly challenges all of us to step outside our comfort zones and explore new perspectives, and ways of doing this thing we love to do so much. I’ve read each one of the responses so far and am really impressed at where each individual went with the prompt, and all the wonderful, and interesting poetry it produced. Yea, Us!
Elizabeth
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Elizabeth, I like the idea of the inner ear. This has such a meditative quality. Fragmentary words & phrases uttered become like ripples.
I thought of it as descending through layers of fog, only to have the fog disperse when I hit bottom. I have written about that inner ear many times, and depend on it through most experiences. Thanks for visiting and commenting,
Elizabeth
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Oh wow, Neil Reid made it as a poem title. Yay!
Irene, do you think he blushed?
Elizabeth
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Elizabeth, so much wisdom in these succinct words. I like how you had been thinking about the prompt, yet did not find your inspiration until you actually read someone else’s poem. I’d wished later that I had waited too to read other people’s submissions. Then I might have written omething very different than what I wrote. Oh well, there is always next time.
Mary, I normally don’t read other responses until I’ve written my own. Neil’s piece was in my emails and I read it. Somehow, when I read it, I could see what he was doing and the prompt suddenly came clear to me, or at least the process did. I actually liked what you did with the prompt. I enjoyed reading all the responses. The variety always amazes and delights me. Thanks for your comments and the call, that was a nice surprise,
Elizabeth
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I’ve no idea if he ever does! So funny!
Lol, he is shy so I’m thinking he does.
Elizabeth
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It is like taking one into a trance…
Very deep….
ransom
Gautami, I am hoping that is a good thing. Am thinking it is very much like a stream of consciousness write. It was very focused, and perhaps that is what you and others mean. Thanks for reading and commenting,
Elizabeth
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Your poem is like a moment of clarity after deep meditation. There is such a flow, and then that moment where things just simply seem to make sense. Beautiful!
Actually, RJ, you describe what happened very well. I have some very good skills when it comes to concentration. I thank my children for that. Four of them meant that getting a quiet moment was a very focused experience, lol. Thank you so much for your kind words,
Elizabeth
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I love the inter-connectedness of your triptych, and the feelings behind the poem. Unlike yours, I had struggled all week with this, and it wasn’t until the very last minute that the idea jelled.
ViV
Viv, it worked the same way for me. I had pretty much decided not to do the prompt at all, but then read Neil’s post and it suddenly jelled and made sense. That’s one of the things I really like about the prompt circuit and how it encourages us to step outside our usual space and create something new from that experience. It goes a long way in keeping that creative energy alive. Thanks for your comments,
Elizabeth
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meditative for sure……nicely done
Thanks Wayne, and in many ways that was exactly what it was, meditative.
Elizabeth
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Ha! I’m not that shy, not any more. But I did at least consider blushing. More than amused at any rate!
Actually I’m more than pleased if my stumbling roll in the hay with this prompt elicited this prompt to come into bloom for you Elizabeth. This prompt process reminds me of that scene, a writer sitting in his chair doing nothing at all, and the sign on the door, “don’t disturb, I’m writing”. (Purposeful but non-directed attention toward a desired task, to say it the boring way.)
I’m glad, really glad, that you, that so many, including me, had a challenging time with this prompt. How tedious if every prompt, every poem was just another slice of pie. How more engaging, exciting, if (at least sometimes) we stare into space with no idea at all what to do, risk even not reaching the mark we’d hoped to do!
So I celebrate your process and the poem you did produce for yourself (yes, a fine poem too!).
And thanks… for my moment of fame! (Was that my 15 minutes?)
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Neil, I certainly hope that wasn’t your 15 minutes! You deserve a much broader audience, for sure. I love how you called struggling with the prompt a roll in the hay, what an image, and one I can even dimmly remember, lol.
And I do agree about the prompts being a constant challenge, they are. At least, they should be that. The variety is enticing, and comes in so many different flavors, something for everyone’s taste and preference. Creativity is growth and healing, and encouraging it is a wonderful task to be engaged in. A very rewarding one as well.
Thank you, Neil, for providing this space for all of us. Onward and upward, as they say. Do you think there’s any hay left in that loft?
Elizabeth
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