For The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #65
Loud crack of thunder
swells as rain flicks
spray against bay window,
where gravity pulls it
down in veil of wavering
She relishes these moments
of enforced stillness, receives
them with humility as unexpected
gifts from the Universe. Plants
self in padded chair as change
in air triggers daisy chain
of memories which claim
her attention, like half-forgotten
refrain of song sung twenty years ago.
As storm shifts westward,
slowly lifts her head,
knowing it will take more
than a little bit of grit
and grittle to get moving again.
Elizabeth Crawford 7/15/12
Notes: Thanks to all who participated in the e-mail exchange, lending a lot of laughter to poetry writing efforts. I chose to use Brenda’s unexpected gift of “grittle” for its sound, leaving meaning to the reader’s imagination, although I did find a definition in the Merriam Webster Dictionary.