Not Your Routine Poet

For The Sunday Whirl poetry prompt: Wordle #147
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gather, grasp, gutsy, routine, stream, body,
flow, invisible, pluck, list, ring, type

And for Poets United: Poetry Pantry #188
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Not Your Routine Poet

Owns a rather gutsy type of pluck.

Not gathered,  rather grasped deep

inside body by invisible flow

within blood stream. Mile long

list of breath lines,

each one ringed round with truth.

Elizabeth Crawford  2/9/14

Notes: Did what I usually do, copied and pasted the list of words from The Sunday Whirl FB page late Friday evening. The first line here, fell into place as several of the words reached to partner one another. And then all movement stopped. Saturday morning, went back to the words, trying to patch in what was left. Did so, and had a vague image of where it might be going. Let my daughter read it and tell me what she thought it was saying. She kept using the word writing to clarify herself, even though there was no mention of that in what I had cobbled together. After she left, I turned back to what I had, changed it to more readily capture the image she had created and the rest of it all fell into place. Gotta love it when our guardian angels speak from familiar faces. After finishing the poem, went off to play elsewhere and the words to a song kept interfering. Couldn’t quite place the song or the songstress so once again asked my daughter and after repeating the one line I could remember, she gave me the title and the name of the singer. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6zpYFAzhAZY

On my way to that video, found another in which the singer explained how the song came to be written. I related strongly, both to the song and to her explanation.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4TZ-v5BW-pQ

Image is a digitally manipulated photograph.

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24 Responses to Not Your Routine Poet

  1. The image is beautiful, Elizabeth. I love it very much. Love your catchy title, which grabbed me right away….and the poem and its message……I have been re-reading our Soul Card Journey back in 2011 – THAT was a trip, was it not? Ready for another?

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  2. Mary says:

    I especially like the words “gutsy type of pluck.” I kind of think those words fit YOU! And I love the last line…as I really believe that poetry / writing should be “ringed round with truth.”

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  3. Your poem resonated with me, stressing as it does the sheer effort involved in writing poetry. I like that your daughter was such a help.

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  4. Funny how sometimes things fall into place and other times they circle around like lost sheep!

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  5. oldegg says:

    There are some beautiful word associations in this. How we all need that invisible flow of creativity to pour out!

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  6. A lovely poem and the description of the process belied the sense that it simply flowed all of a piece complete and onto the screen. 🙂

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  7. brian miller says:

    it def takes a bit of guts to speak the truth as there are plenty who dont want to hear it…its too uncomfortable

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  8. annell4 says:

    This group of words were a ‘trouble’ for me. I wrote a piece on Saturday, thinking I would come back to it? When I did it had disappeared, left no trace. Returned this morning, still no inspiration, so I wrote about inspiration. Must be Mercury in Retrograde?

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  9. annell4 says:

    I wish I could have asked your daughter for help, it certainly worked for you!

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  10. How fun to not be a routine poet and to be full of gutsy pluck!

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  11. Jae Rose says:

    There is a lot to be said for not being routine..or doing things routinely..QED!

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  12. WabiSabi says:

    I’m always amazed at how and where and when the muse shows up! God bless daughters, music AND the muse wherever we find her!!

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  13. love how you did this… great work…

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  14. barbara_y says:

    I especially like the “mile long list of breath lines”.

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  15. Back from the pantry for another read. Am most struck by the breath lines, “Each one ringed round with truth”.

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  16. A lovely piece, as if it all came from one breath!

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  17. We all long to be better than the routine poet. You pull it off in this.

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  18. scotthastiepoet says:

    Hello again Elizabeth, enjoyed the poetic richness achieved here… “each one ringed round with truth.” is especially fine… With Best Wishes Scott http://www.scotthastie.com

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  19. Not your routine poet … love the title! And it does take guts to speak the truth 🙂

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  20. kkkkaty1j says:

    Yours make really good sense and has flow..wish I had written this one instead 😉

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  21. Jack says:

    I pictured glowing particles travelling through a person’s blood vessels…pluck being grasped by a flow in the bloodstream…

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  22. Kim Nelson says:

    The mile-long breath lines, rings like trees, seem to tie together all creatures. Like this!

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  23. In response: Like-minded poet, wishes coffee were an afternoon possibility.

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  24. Pamela says:

    Speaking the truth is hard for many folk, Elizabeth. Nicely done and words fell into place perfectly.
    Things are worse here. I am scared.

    Pamela

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