For 1sojournal Poetry Prompt #13: Day 13
age, anything, flannel, rare, devoid,
jelly, reincarnation, defend, ripple, weeds
And for The Sunday Whirl poetry prompt: Wordle # 156 http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/
swear, turns, chant, porcelain, limbo, wrists,
tumble, papers, gaudy, briefly, deeply, moonlit
No Age Limitations
Will swear age doesn’t mean anything.
A rippling limbo, devoid of porcelain
clarity, only used to defend deeply
held insight or lack thereof. Gaudy,
graceless chant whispered over dried
weeds rustling through moonlit shadows.
Turns in seasons, days, months, years
become layered papers, pages pressed
together, like peanut butter and jelly
sandwich, too soon forgotten. Tumbling,
moving moments briefly glimpsed, hold
emotions unaware of numbers.
Scent of wood smoke from last night’s
bonfire, reincarnated when flannel sleeve
at wrist brushes face, has nothing to do
with time measurements. Everything
becomes lived-in, accumulated experience,
that occurs during all ages.
Elizabeth Crawford 4/13/14
Notes: This one may have come because I celebrated yet another birthday during the past week. That and the fact that as soon as I combined the two word lists, the first line of this piece jumped out at me. Image is a photo I took of a bonfire, then manipulated with the kaleidoscope app. Hope everyone is still enjoying NaPoWriMo.