For 1sojournal NaPoWriMo Poetry Prompt #15: Day 15
age, anything, flannel, rare, devoid,
jelly, reincarnation, defend, ripple, weeds
If reincarnation is a fact, hope I come back as…
A hawk wing waltzing with windy currents
while delivering rare messages between
God and the People.
A tree deeply rooted, but always reaching.
Each year adding a ring
to my knowing.
Rippling waters of rapidly running river,
constantly moving, nurturing
whatever lives within.
Rich dark soil of spring
holding seeds of beginnings,
defending their right to become.
A mountain meadow filled with wildflowers
and weeds, devoid of any purpose
other than being.
Traveler of any age, wearing
flannel shirt, color of home made
dark concord jelly, seeking peace
in that mountain meadow.
Perhaps, more than any of these,
I would wish to be words of a poet,
whispering, dancing, changing, evolving,
always breathing inspiration,
bringing life to a single sheet
of white paper.
Elizabeth Crawford 4/15/14
Notes: The title of this piece is a line from the poem from which the wordle words were taken. It remains a particular favorite of mine and may be found here:
The image is one of my early Mandalas, designed by Marc Bove. His site is located here:
http://www.mandalarbre.com/ And again is one of my favorites.