For The Sunday Whirl poetry prompt: Wordle #90
Takes careful daily practice
perfecting habit created
to obtain semblance of clarity.
Awake early each morning,
slowing own breath for this venture
in learning how to listen.
Feel giddy tumult within
as it quietly begins:
whisper-soft step of words
come to ignite cleansing fire
meant to hold at bay, for another day,
bitter wave of forever cold silence.
Elizabeth Crawford 1/6/2013