For The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #136
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And Poets United: Poetry Pantry #177
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In Regards To This Waiting
Sometimes wonder if I’m just an old habit.
A cycle she occasionally taps to fill up some gap,
perhaps lessen her personal suffering.
There are some who would consider
my patience a virtue. Others that are sure
it will be my undoing, maybe even worse.
Still more who wish I had made other choices.
However, in these voiceless spaces between our now
and then connections, I create poems.
Tell myself I’m gathering all these words
to fill a book, saving them for some unknown
posterity, who might even read them.
Elizabeth Crawford 11/24/13
Soul's Music 
Oh yes, aren’t we all! 🙂
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You’ve read my innermost thoughts this morning…
Whirling with a Single Pancake
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oh wow this is beautiful…rather melancholy but beautiful.
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Simple when I looked at it first, but it held a deep charm which filled me as I read it. Maybe you’ve captured conversations of the mind of all writers through this poem. 🙂
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Ah..but they are being read..and sheltered in our hands..so very important to have a voice..poems are a virtue in themselves..you were one of my early encouragers who taught me that..thank you for your patience x
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The muse is a flighty woman who loves to keep us poets hanging. We can’t get enough of our respective ‘lovers’, can we?
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Elizabeth, I do understand the wondering about a relationship that one has had so long that one wonders whether it is just a habit or if it really offers something positive in one’s life in the present time. And I understand about patience too — blessing or curse? And, I do hope you ARE working on a poetry book. For YOU….most importantly of all!
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I like how your questions lead you to ponder on your own poetry. Good that you are thinking about writing a book!
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eh, i think there are more noble callings than to fill a book…perhaps it validates us a bit, but the words are worth it regardless if you never get published….
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can relate to the feeling, sometimes a bit frustrating, but then again, it’s something you we for the sake of our minds, to keep them clean and happy 🙂
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What Brian said.
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More importantly, what do you consider your patience? A virtue or not? Keep us posted if there is a book in the making!
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Oh excellent. I love the way your wordled poems disguise those trickily words.
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Beautiful. Waiting is always hard!
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I want to read that book!
let him grab the world
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Such a beautiful introspective piece—and I love how your words link the questions you ask–
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YES! This so resonates with me…….like you, I write for those I leave behind to find me one day, as some of them had no time to do while I’m alive……
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the sense of melancholy is so strong… being of similar disposition I can relate…
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Patience is definitely a great virtue. Lovely poem 🙂
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“An old habit.” Been there, and you have summed it up beautifully, Elizabeth. Caring for others takes its toll… yet your patience is a gift. Peace, Amy
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How you have echoed the thoughts of many of us. You may remember the scrawls on the walls many years ago “Kilroy was here”. There is a Kilroy in all of us.
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That’s lovely Elizabeth. I hope this is a fiction because it must be so difficult to go thru that waiting as the ultimate reward. I keep writing but never think of the waiting to publish; I suppose I’m not that interested. I hope you’re thinking is more in keeping with mine, because waiting for an outcome must be so difficult. 🙂
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🙂 gathering words and making a beautiful garland of poem…
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Elizabeth, the words are hidden perfectly in this bit of melancholy writing. A lovely poem. A happy Thanksgiving weekend to you, my friend.
Pamela
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The world waits for your poetry! It is enrichment for the world.
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