For The Sunday Whirl poetry prompt: Wordle #147
gather, grasp, gutsy, routine, stream, body,
flow, invisible, pluck, list, ring, type
And for Poets United: Poetry Pantry #188
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.
Image is a digitally manipulated photograph.