For The Sunday Whirl: wordle #114
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And Poets United: poetry pantry #154
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Lost
Muddled thoughts have left
muddied mess of tracks
on floor of cerebellum.
Complex answers remain
in class of their own, crawling
through rich dark loam of back forty,
while a familiar forest of questions
is shrouded in gaseous mist
thicker than fog.
Pale trembling hand reaches
for guidance at edge of utter
confusion,
still hoping to grasp concrete
resolution somewhere on this spiral path
between truth and lie.
Elizabeth Crawford 6/23/13
Soul's Music 
Loved “Pale trembling hand reaches for guidance at edge of utter confusion” – largely summed up my weekend.
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I love how you started with the ‘Muddled thoughts’. Lovely write.
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This was an interesting piece, a deep thinking poem
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very interesting diction. especially love the spiral path between truth and lie.
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This is well said for ‘Lost’!! Sometimes things are so hard to understand and it is like trying to find a way in the dark!! May the complex answers be revealed and precipitate onto that muddy track!!
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Unmuddled words to express muddled thoughts. I like it. Great depth, too.
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Sounds like you’ve got that Sunday morning feeling…!
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Impressively soulful and deep.
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As long as those hands are still
“still hoping to grasp concrete
resolution” there is still a chance to find those answers!
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Still hoping to grasp……………………..truth and lie. So meaningful and intense. At times we do not find concrete answers after deep introspection . Good poem
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This is amazing. We all have to feel lost sometimes to be found. This is truly breathtaking. My favorite part was the last stanza.
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Without knowing it is where we always are…between truth and lie! Love this piece!
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between truth and lie the slope is slippery for sure
and no where near the foundation that comes with
standing in truth….
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gives me a moment of significant thought. wonderful piece
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Nice… I especially like the first stanza.
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Complex answers remain…
isn’t it true. even when the answers come, they often need answers of their own.
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Love the last stanza:
“still hoping to grasp concrete
resolution somewhere on this spiral path
between truth and lie.”
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I don’t think we need at answer every question. Where is the profit in that if the mystery of life is revealed?
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I can definitely identify with looking for guidance at the edge of utter confusion. (Ha, some days are like that.) And as for truths and lies, sometimes the veil between them is very thin!
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This is almost too familiar, Elizabeth. That “familiar forest of questions …shrouded in gaseous mist…” is a lovely image. Your language use is precise and adds rhythm. Love that this speaks to me, though it speaks to some inner discomfort, making it peek up and ask for attention. It can wait. I’ll be back to read again and consider what it is trying to tell me. Well done, my friend. Bookmarking now.
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You have gone deep. Thought ful approach with some nice images.
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Provocative place to be …on the spiral path between truth and lie! I enjoyed this very much and especially like the first verse with its alliteration on the floor of the cerebellum! 🙂Wherein The Muse’s Vehicle Goes Into the Shop For Repairs
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I so totally relate to this poem, and state of mind, especially this week!!!!!! Love it!
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The spiral path is such a wonderful phrase. Great poem.
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You grabbed me on the first stanza–I think I feel like that often–
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Wonderful poem. Really liked “Complex answers remain in class of their own”
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Very nicely composed!
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second and third verse grabbed me.. beautiful.
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ah…my head feels like that too often
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Some great visuals in this, Elizabeth. Very deep thought put into this wonderful write, my friend. I am only getting round to read the whirl poems now. Yesterday was a busy day for me. Sundays are supposed to be relaxing.
Pamela
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Nice and deep and loving every owrds of it.
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