For The Sunday Whirl poetry prompt: Wordle #99
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On The Inside
Sometimes, during imaginative sprees,
want to paint neon rainbows
on all these walls and windows.
Use reserves of contrasting colors:
reds and violets, blues, greens and yellow,
to create intimately written statement
about fearsome passion that has fashioned
gray-haired existence,
in hopes that any outsider, who might enter,
will take away, at least in part,
sense of willingly rebellious heart
which beats within this old woman’s
body.
Elizabeth Crawford 3/10/13
Soul's Music 
Just how I feel! Well wordled.
Hi Viv, although this wordling is often frustrating, I do believe it keeps those creative juices flowing, and that is where those rainbows are born. Thanks for stopping by,
Elizabeth
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The colors written inside makes up for all the gray. What is life but passion, Elizabeth?
And so many are afraid of it. Even though I understand that, it still confuses me at times. Thanks for being a part of all of this, Irene,
Elizabeth
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I just got the urge to do some decorating… 🙂
Now that, I would love to see, Stan. Thanks for reading,
Elizabeth
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Yes, on the inside, I still feel like I’m somewhere between 16 and 27. And does our external body show our well-lived lives? must we express it outside? Thoughtful use of words. 🙂
I used to think that we must express it, but a friend just found a past acquaintance’s obituary in which it was stated that he was a secret poet and no one, not even his family knew it. One of his poems was a part of obit, and it was delightful, full of vivid imagery, a quiet sense of humor, and a sense of the sacred in nature. This was a man I would have loved to sit down and talk with. Perhaps the poems were enough for him and did their task without a need to be seen or heard. Thanks for your generous words, Veronica,
Elizabeth
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Love this piece, from a deep place inside.
Annell, there are those times, when I finish writing a piece and sit back and feel such satisfaction, almost as though someone else wrote the words and I have just now stumbled upon them. This is one that felt that way. Thanks for understanding,
Elizabeth
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I sometimes wonder if rebellion increases with age..with outrage at the world at large..which on the whole ‘aint pretty..words..colours..rainbows..the inside..that’s where ‘we’ truly are..where we don’t have to fight perhaps..
Jae, I don’t know if it increases with age, mine has been with me for as long as I can remember. And there has often been a struggle within, but the trick is learning not to rebel against oneself. Thanks for stopping by,
Elizabeth
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A strong woman, a colorful woman, a woman who creates. I love this piece, Elizabeth. thank you.
You are welcome, Brenda. I was very grateful for these words. I did my usual, “what the hell am I suppose to do with this,” then caught sight of the rainbows on windows and walls, and sort of flew home. Love it when that happens,
Elizabeth
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Love your use of color as a symbol, especially calling each color by its name!
Thank you Marian. I tried to return your visit, but your captcha wouldn’t let me do so. Been a while since that has happened. I really liked your poem, sorry,
Elizabeth
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I can relate to this piece! As I keep coloring the gray on the outside, I know there are still brighter colors inside!
Robyn, my Mother started painting when she was in her sixties and did some beautiful work. The last few years she was alive, she didn’t paint anymore, but was always interested in my art work, often telling me I should add a bit more yellow. She was, still is, an incredible role model, especially when it comes to those brighter inner colors. Thanks for reading,
Elizabeth
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gray-haired existence and old woman’s body…owning them with pride is a worthy rebellion in our culture. Your poem speaks to me, Elizabeth.
So glad to hear that Sabra. It speaks to me as well. Thanks for taking a look,
Elizabeth
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The exterior is but a shell, to what really exists inside, Elizabeth. Beautifully conceived piece of writing.
Pamela
Coming from you Pamela, that means a great deal. Thank you,
Elizabeth
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Always keep your rebellious heart, Elizabeth…and get busy painting those neon rainbows! Smile.
http://inthecornerofmyeye.blogspot.com/2013/03/the-painter.html
Actually, I was going to try to do a digital image of rainbow colors to post with the poem, but got called away to other things. I’ll keep mine if you keep yours, and thanks for reading,
Elizabeth
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I hear you, kiddo. People looking around my little place would recognize that same rebellious heart – I once had a bedroom wall painted in blue sky and white clouds……with a huge rainbow from wall to wall…….
I once painted one bedroom wall fire engine red and the furniture black. Always wondered if the people who bought the place found a way to cover that bright red wall, he he he. And if asked if I knew anyone who would do such a thing, as posed in this poem, my thought would have been you while I laughed. Thanks for confirming that,
Elizabeth
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Lovely, Elizabeth. I’m afraid I am that gray old woman, except manage to hide it with the L’Oreal #35. But I do like to think of myself as the rainbow rebel you write about. 🙂
I actually like my gray highlights, especially since I got my sister to give me a very soft perm. I had always thought I would hate it because my hair is brown and I figured it would be that mousey shade of gray. It didn’t turn out that way and I’m so glad. Rainbow rebels are an absolute necessity, even if only in thought. Thanks for reading,
Elizabeth
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Excellent – we need rebels!
Couldn’t agree with you more J Cosmo, thank you,
Elizabeth
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Once I was an angry young man wanting to change the world and now I am an angry old man wanting the world to remain as it is for him and he for it.
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Love it and you don’t have to be grey hair to feel the rage
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QUite the colorful rendering, Elizabeth. Bright, lively poetry.
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