Wordle #101

For The Sunday Whirl poetry prompt: Wordle #101

and for The Poetry Pantry: 3/24/13

wordle #101

Wordle #101

Yesterday, disguised wound
masquerading as simple memory,
hurried to squeeze through door
accidentally left ajar. Stirring mind,
like howling wind battering tree
rooted only in sand, breaking loose
forgotten limbs tied across years
to another time,
another country.

Elizabeth Crawford  3/24/13


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29 Responses to Wordle #101

  1. Poet Laundry says:

    Those ‘disguised wounds’ can be the worst kinds of wounds. You have captured their essence so very well here. Love the imagery too.


  2. Stan Ski says:

    I can certainly relate to this…


  3. Those memories can get in. Great write.


  4. Very stark and real. This slips into my head and stays there. The tree rooted in sand… how unstable… and how quickly a memory can cuase turmoil if something has not been resolved.


  5. drpkp says:

    Agree with Veronica and all who went before in their comments. A very tight beautiful read that wonderfully expresses the power of a memory and the rawness of wounds even though they may usually be disguised. Lovely poem – especially these lines…
    Yesterday, disguised wound
    “masquerading as simple memory,
    hurried to squeeze through door
    accidentally left ajar.”

    Thank you for this Veronica


  6. Mary says:

    Those disguised wounds definitely can be sneaky and find a way in to disrupt, can’t they? All they need is a SMALL crack in the door, and in they flow. Good wordling here, Elizabeth!


  7. magicalmysticalteacher says:

    Those disguised wounds can be treacherous, can’t they? And yet we seem to get ensnared by them time after time…

    A Dozen Whirls


  8. viv blake says:

    A troubled poem, delicately expressed.


  9. margo roby says:

    Yes. Nice (a forgotten word, over-used, but works — I’m bringing it back). Your poem and mine are related, almost they inhabit the same thought. I love the action in yours.


  10. Marianne says:

    Stirring words tell the story well. Some memories are horribly wounding.


  11. brenda w says:

    The shape is a tree, or an atomic blast. Both seem somewhat appropriate. Brava, my friend!


  12. Jae Rose says:

    The door to the mind must have a secure lock..to keep out the bad..and be open to the good..the speed at which memories cheat and invade seems echoed by the devilish wind and urgency of words..


  13. teri says:

    This poem sparkles with immediacy of an emotion that usually leaves me muddling about in all kinds of quicksand. The elegance of this piece is just beautiful. xo ter


  14. Sabra Bowers says:

    I like your images…especially of the battered tree rooted in sand. I’ve experienced those wounds masquerading as simple memories. Beautiful job.


  15. anl4 says:

    Your words are inspired! Love this piece!


  16. Sherry Marr says:

    This is magnificent, Elizabeth. So profound, with so much awareness of the inner condition, as your work always is. It is so wonderful to see you in the Pantry!


  17. Veronica Roth says:

    Beautiflly done Elizabeth. I have the sense of age, aging, loss and introspective quietude. 🙂


  18. Beautiful write Elizabeth. So tightly done-not a word wasted–and so evocative—


  19. Beautiful imagery!


  20. Serena says:

    disguised wound/masquerading as simple memory, This right here has given me so much to consider… I won’t soon forget those words or be able to stop considering their meaning… or, I suppose I should say… what they mean to me.


  21. Kim Nelson says:

    You give memory a whole new meaning.


  22. oldegg says:

    “Stirring mind, like a howling wind…” Yes I have one of those.


  23. I like this. It has a melancholy power. But it doesn’t feel done.


  24. Akila says:

    loved the hues of the day gone by!


  25. J Cosmo Newbery says:

    Disguised wound can bleed when you least expect it! Or want it.


  26. Mr. Walker says:

    Elizabeth, wow – just wow. Don’t change a word of it. That “disguised wound” and “rooted only in sand” – perfection. I know I’ve experienced just this – you caught it in words for us all to experience again. I did have a sense when I got to the end of your poem the first time (yes, I read it twice immediately) that there could be more, but when I read it again, I realized that “more” happens in the reader, which is why I said “Don’t change a word of it.”



  27. Pamela says:

    Elizabeth, this is a timely poem for me. Delicately expressed.



  28. Cathy says:

    Excellent poem Love how you kept it compact and straight to the point.


  29. Ah, Elizabeth, you got a lot out of this Wordle. So many wounds “disguised as memories” used to turn my life upside down, until I deciphered the riddles.

    There is honesty in this assessment of the mind and soul. Thanks so much! Amy (found you at Poetry Pantry, and glad to reconnect!)


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