For Miz Quickly’s poetry prompt #7: places
And for Poets United Poetry Pantry: #145
Well Traveled Poem
This poem will look you straight
in the eye, tell you it has never
been owned, never held home
because it has always been
a bit of a roamer.
With a slight wink, never full
blink, will say it remembers well
that day when the verbs held sway,
and it birthed itself on far bank
of a slow moving river, with just
a twitch of assist from stuttering
lisp of a passing dragonfly.
Then regale you with images
of rugged Montana mountains,
and smell of old fountains in Italy. How
it rode there in back pocket of soft
faded jeans, rocking vague hazy dreams
of becoming a strumming troubadour.
Getting serious, it will whisper
of plans for coming spring, when
it intends to grow wings and fly
into dark imagination of a total
stranger, ignoring all danger
to bring warm glowing light
to a place that has never known it.
Elizabeth Crawford 4/7/13
Notes: Very early this morning, I checked out Miz Q’s prompt for the day, sighed at the blank I was drawing, and went to bed. Woke up with whispers of this trailing like mist
through my groggy head. You bet I wrote it down, at least the bits I could remember.
PS Once again, my return comments on your sites are disappearing into unknown ether. I can like your work, but not leave a response. My apologies to all.