From Mizfit’s Mouth To Your Ear

For The Sunday Whirl Wordle # 108
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wordle #108

From Misfit’s Mouth To Your Ear

Ole Frank, down at the feed store,
always did know the score. Knew
I never wanted to be just another drone
harvesting a passel of kids while tied
to an angry man with an angrier fist.

If there were any dreams left
in that broken old town they’d
long been withered, beaten down;
like weeds in some control freak’s
garden. Any vow I made with grace
was one that would get me out
of that space.

Learned young to ignore childish
chants; the sly, laughing, look away
glances. Even adults grimaced at my
crooked finger holding a place between
bindings of another book, then looked
away as though I’d done something
shameful.

They had no idea that written words
were a wonderful cave to crawl into.
A secret place of sun-warmed hope,
filled with known and knowable friends,
and a magic elixir that created limitless
possibilities.

Yes, I walked away that night. Never
thought of circling back. Fact is, they
heard a voice. Something that came
with ease and wasn’t work. What they
missed were the words I’d written.
Those were my first compositions.

Way back then, my dream was to be
like that Janis gal: singing freedom,
winging my way to the me I needed
to become. Maybe hitching a ride
with a good looking guy by name
of Bobby McGee, yeah. That was
the me that I most wanted to be,

so I did it.

Elizabeth Crawford 5/12/13

Notes: My apologies, still not feeling well. This is a draft that needs further work, when my head is clear and I am no longer hurting.

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18 Responses to From Mizfit’s Mouth To Your Ear

  1. viv blake says:

    I’m so sorry you’re still unwell. Cosset yourself.

    This is no draft! This is a fascinating story, beautifully told. I forgot that it was a wordle from the word go.

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  2. Irene says:

    That last stanza really sings.

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  3. Jae Rose says:

    Yes..you did..words are a wonderful thing – caves..escape ladders..comfort blankets..but they come from us..and all that we can do..if we try..and try..

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  4. Hope you are feeling better soon! What you consider a draft, I consider done! Books do take us to great place. For the rest of the day I’ll be singing Me and Bobby McGee!

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  5. annell4 says:

    This is a good one! I like the way you ended, left me humming Bobby McGee!

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  6. brenda w says:

    Gentle rhyme, and you got me singing. May good health visit you soon, Elizabeth. It’s spring, and the world is waking up, craving your gentle words.

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  7. WabiSabi says:

    Oh I loved the story you told and particularly related to the escape found in books! Surprised at the end to find out that you think this is but a draft! Hope you feel better soon!Womensong
    PS Thanks for the ear worm – one of the best!

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  8. really enjoyed this piece – the music and the meaning. Hope you feel better soon.

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  9. Marianne says:

    Doesn’t read like a first draft, Elizabeth. Love the reference to Janis and Bobby McGee. Feel better soon. 🙂

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  10. oldegg says:

    You are so right that “Written words were a wonderful cave to crawl into”. Unknowingly we probably use this self education to think and write as we do.

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  11. This is incredible, love every word its brilliant and perfect just as it is. Damn I wish I could write as beautifully as you do =)

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  12. I agree with Viv. Draft? I don’t think so. A great read, Elizabeth.

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  13. Pamela says:

    Elizabeth, this is excellent storytelling. I am sorry you aren’t feeling well. I am hoping for your speedy recovery. My lungs have been bothering me for a couple of days, I think it is all the ash in the air, and the lack of rain.

    Pamela

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  14. Well, if this is a draft I’d for sure like to read the finished piece. It’s a wonderful story for a woman striking out on her own. Timely. I really loved it.

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  15. JulesPaige says:

    I agree this is fine the way it is. You tell a compelling tale. Hope you feel better soon at least by now as I’m a bit slow in catching up. Thank you for your visits.

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  16. Tumblewords says:

    Wishing you a very soon wellness. This is beautifully spun.

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  17. veronicabalfourpaul says:

    I loved this. There is a rhythm and rhyming and a story AND all the wordle words effortlessly blend. Lovely.

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  18. You call this a draft!? The internal rhyme works very well and your storytelling is amazing. You could have written this about me as a teenager — same old dumpy ass town, same old pointing and snicker, same old judgmental grownups. But I do like old Frank. Excellent write.

    -Nicole

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