For The Sunday Whirl poetry prompt: Wordle #160
glass, dreams, rub, settle, axe, shattering,
sky, clumsy, vanish, land, name, listen
Sit, Walk, Run, Fly
Sit with that seed of a dream.
Let it settle deep inside.
Listen to its whispers.
Hold it close, even if in clumsy
embrace. Give it a name.
Don’t let it vanish.
Walk across the land of its reality,
beneath its blue sky of becoming.
Rub it with soft cloth of desire.
Then run with it until it lifts you up,
teaches you how to fly, to be what
you only thought you could.
If not, that dream is but brittle glass,
waiting for the axe of doubt to fall,
shattering it all into nothingness.
Elizabeth Crawford 5/10/14
Notes: Sometimes the wordle words grab a hold and simply won’t let go. That’s what happened this week. I found them everywhere: in my thoughts, people with whom I spoke, memories, and a roller coaster ride of emotions. They kept forming poems about each of those things, beginning with the “Get Our Girls Back” campaign and ending with my own current dreams. Lots of energy but no singular focus. So, I walked away believing that if I got really busy, concentrating on something else, I might be able to find that focus. I did, while tracking down a poem I thought was here on my site. It wasn’t, but I decided to check out my other sites, and in that process found a forgotten video, a song about a dream that took generations to realize. The chorus of the song in the video became the title of the poem and made it almost too easy to write. The image is a photo of a fractal image that I put through the kaleidoscope app. The video may be found here: