For 1sojournal prompt #1: NaPoWriMo Day 1
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And Miz Quickly’s Impromt…safety
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The Sorcerer
Sorcerer only felt truly safe
inside language of magic.
Had learned it young
before he’d grown
teeth.
Knew someday in future
he’d find all that was needed
here in cracked soil
beneath
his feet.
Elizabeth Crawford 4/1/14
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That’s all I need, too, right beneath my feet, it seeps up into my heart. Life is good that way, magic even. Thank you for the inspiration, Elizabeth.
You know you are more than welcome, Brenda. You have certainly provided the same a hundred fold.
Elizabeth
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I like the sound of this sorcerer.
He might change over the next few days, Viv. Thanks for dropping in,
Elizabeth
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This is so good, Elizabeth. I love that he learned before he had teeth! I only learned after I LOST mine, cackle.
Thank you for the laughter Sherry, and I could say the same,
Elizabeth
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Excellent poem, Elizabeth. I read this earlier today. Are you ready for this month? I am not.
Love,
Pamela ox
Actually Pamela, I’m not sure anyone can be ready for the whole month. That’s thirty days of mayhem and happenstance. I think it might be best to just do it one day at a time and keep ones fingers crossed when not really writing, lol.
Elizabeth
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The sorcerer had a head start learning to be one from young! Nicely Elizabeth!
Hank
That is true Hank, but often the dreams of youth are altered by reality. This is the first of three.
Elizabeth
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Enchantment arrives when we discover what we have and how to use it! You plant intriguing poems~
Thanks for saying so Ella, this is only the first in a series of three poems about the sorcerer.
Elizabeth
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