For The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #16
A Jeremiah Lament
Tender morning swept aside
while scrawling notes that crawl
across page like so many scars.
Rusty joints protest meandering
walk through riddled memories
cemented in time best forgotten.
Know that even ancient prophets:
Isaiah, Jeremiah, sometimes
complained against torment in wordle
of words hurtled from heaven. Would
have preferred to relax in warming sun,
let duty slip away, like evaporating water.
Elizabeth Crawford 8/7/11
Process Notes: This one was difficult. I came to poetry through the prophets of the Old Testament, specifically, the two mentioned in the poem. Thus, I have long believed that today’s poets are yesterday’s prophets. There was a time when I fancied myself as Isaiah with his beautiful book of tender, loving promises. However, reality let me know I am far more Jeremiah, standing in the desert with one hand shielding his eyes as he looks up to heaven and yells, “What? You want me to say this out loud?”