No Age Limitations

For 1sojournal Poetry Prompt #13: Day 13
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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

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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.

 

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13 Responses to No Age Limitations

  1. Quite a feat getting all those words into one coherent piece.

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  2. A gifted poet like Elizabeth always comes up with a magical wordle. But there are plenty of age limitations!

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  3. PS I forgot to say that I loved the image.

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  4. oldegg says:

    The wood smoke did it for me and brought back a host of my own memories. Times keeps ticking and sorrows deepen as what we were fades away. Beautiful.

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  5. Jae Rose says:

    Hi Elizabeth – happy birthday – i love the peanut butter and jelly image..it may seem disposable but each moment counts i hope..i think each turning page is an achievement especially when maybe there were moments when time ahead didn’t seem certain or guaranteed..we are blowing up a birthday ballon for you!

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  6. I had a birthday this month as well…..happy birthday.

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  7. Andy Sewina says:

    Yeah, I like the bit about the bonfire, woodsmoke, wonderful.

    Happy NaPoWriMo

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  8. Beautiful piece! Happy birthday, too!

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  9. Pamela says:

    Elizabeth, I love the whole poem, but the third stanza is superb. Simply superb!

    Love,
    Pamela ox

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  10. kaykuala says:

    Tumbling,moving moments briefly
    glimpsed, hold emotions unaware of numbers.

    Truly said Elizabeth. One just soldiers on through the years and age takes care of itself. The numbers built up without promptings. Wonderful write, Ma’am!

    Hank

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  11. Universal and stunning. You bring me there, and I thank you.

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  12. I love the bonfire image……..AND the poem………..I love the wood smoke, one of my favorite smells.

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