For The Sunday Whirl poetry prompt: Wordle #155
barrier, detail, diamond, pleat, power, strap,
swing, suspend, tough, unit, waterfall, zip
And for 1sojournal NaPoWriMo Poetry Prompt #6: Day 6
gap, erosion, another, space, clear, tilting,
lover, dare, concept, pulsating
Out On A Limb
A gap in thinking process
could be called a barrier.
Small missing detail might tilt
answers, suspend reaching power
to otherwise clear concept.
Dare to erode tough peak
of connection, like dulled
diamond point unable to pass
through pleated fabric, much
less cut glass.
In another brighter space, one unit
of correction may create
waterfall of pulsating ideas,
swing strapped thinking toward
lovely zipped up, ribbon-tied
package of brilliant completion.
Elizabeth Crawford 4/6/14
Note: Although this is almost twice the number of usual words (combination of two prompts), this piece came together somewhat easily. I am grateful for that because it reminded me of the process of writing a poem, or any creative endeavor. Shortly after completing it yesterday, I discovered that one of my former students had passed away. We had recently reconnected after several years of going our separate ways. She had sent me her first book of poetry and I had invited her to partake in the online poetry community, which she did. I wasn’t sure about posting at all today. It seemed too much like “business as usual”, if you know what I mean. However, when I reread this piece, I was reminded of Denise. How, when she started with me, she was writing short stories about her family, stories she had been told or overheard. Many of those eventually became poems and some of them worked their way into her book, Spotted Overcoat: Poetry on the Lam. Yesterday, I posted a memorial in her honor. Today’s poem is a completion of that process.
The image is a digital painting I did, that was then finished off by a friend who has more apps on her Photoshop than I have on mine. Although I am more than grateful for all of the condolences and sympathies you have extended, I would like to remind each of you that this poem was written before I discovered that Denise had passed away. For me, it was simply another piece of synchronicity telling me that I am in the right place, doing the right thing, and have been for some time.