For The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #132
And for Poets United: Poetry Pantry #173
Immeasurable yearning to bend toward
flame of own creativity. Some play safe,
stilling that waking desire. Attempt to freeze
like a heron on the hunt. Fear inky inner shadows
and movement that might erode fragile sheet of clay
where they stand. Believe, perhaps, that slightest scrape
of smallest pebble might create combustion,
and all would perish.
Elizabeth Crawford 10/27/13
Notes: Someone posted the above quote on Facebook late yesterday. As soon as I saw it, I knew what to do with the word list.