The Poet’s Dream

For The Sunday Whirl writing prompt: Wordle #196
http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/

maybe, miles, words, scorch, chime, trite,
spell, land, spirit, aim, mind, sign

And for Poets United poetry prompt: Poetry Pantry#235 http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/

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The Poet’s Dream

Some sort of spell in both
mind and spirit
has me searching out words
seemingly from a great distance.

Miles of scorched, blackened trees
that strangely appear like letters
of a foreign language, litter
this ashy-white landscape.

May even be deliberately
unreadable signposts, aimed at
causing confusion, or worse,
a deeply harrowing triteness.

Finally notice bleached bones tied
to dark limbs of this haunted forest.
Wind begins whirling, setting skeletal bits
to click-clacking against one another.

Unearthly chimes of music that send
blood rushing to farthest extremities,
igniting mind and spirit to imminent
arrival of long awaited poem.

Elizabeth Crawford 1/25/15

Notes: Almost gave up on that arrival. Had the first three verses, but didn’t know where to go from there. Spoke to my daughter (who has been released from the Nursing Home and is staying here until we can find her a first floor apartment), and she suggested the image of the bones blowing in the wind. Typed it in and the last verse fell into place. Thank you, Sara.

Image is actually two different pen and ink line drawings. The outer rings were created from a line weave drawing put through the kaleidoscope app. The center image is another pen and ink drawing merged with the first one.

If you have time, click on the post prior to this one. Time to celebrate. I have sold one of my digital paintings to be used as cover art for another author, and am in the process of doing the same with a second one.

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About 1sojournal

Loves words and language. Dances on paper to her own inner music. Loves to share and keeps several blogs to facilitate that. They can be found here: http://1sojournal.wordpress.com/ https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/ http://claudetteellinger.wordpress.com/
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24 Responses to The Poet’s Dream

  1. oldegg says:

    I wish I had help with mine! However with yours the words illustrated the devastated world in my mind and the author’s need to write about it.

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  2. totomai says:

    this is well-written. it has continuous flow and painted the struggles of writers during writer’s bloc. and sometimes our muse come in unexpected form and time.

    by the way, congrats 🙂

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  3. jae rose says:

    But such rich bones…the image echoes that…it’s hard to imagine you having writers block…every poem seems to create itself from within you

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  4. kelvin s.m. says:

    How to end a poem is probably one I hate to encounter too & when the hard time did hit me it even took a long time of gathering & selecting words & ideas before a complete piece could actually be produced. Congratz for the sale, that’s indeed fantastic!

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  5. claudia says:

    smiles.. we poets are suckers for words and we go a long way to find them…and experience the magic again and again… well captured…

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  6. The stark images of trees like letters touch me a lot.. and vibrate so well with bones in the wind. Intriguing words… I might have to go for an effort. It has been a long time since I did a whirl.

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  7. Misky says:

    Those trees as letters – what an image! Nicely written, Elizabeth.

    https://miskmask.wordpress.com/2015/01/24/flattening-yield-signs/

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  8. brian miller says:

    congrats on the sale of the art…
    makes you feel great doesnt it….
    as much as the arrival at the end of a poem you have been struggling with….

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  9. Mary says:

    And when that poem finally arrives, what a great feeling it is.
    Nice about the sale of your art too, Elizabeth!
    Congrats.

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  10. I love the descriptions…the images you used.. it is so that we go searching for words and find them as if in another language but in the end we make sense of them.

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  11. Beautiful Elizabeth–I love the metaphor here–glad it arrived for you!

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  12. This poem is so intriguing, Elizabeth, with its words and letters flitting elusively about the landscape. (Trust me, I so know the feeling!) The bleached bones are a brilliant inclusion. Wow! Now I want a wind chime of bleached bones…..and congrats on your new career creating art for book covers. That is really wonderful!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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  13. Pamela says:

    Such beautiful imagery in this, Elizabeth. Again congrats on selling your digital art. That is so wonderful, my friend.

    Love,
    Pamela ox

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  14. Kenn says:

    Beautifully put and excellently executed with great adjectives that describe moments of being a writer.

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  15. Congrats on your digital drawings….I absolutely adore this as I felt the poet’s dream as you wove the words along….especially loved

    Miles of scorched, blackened trees
    that strangely appear like letters
    of a foreign language, litter
    this ashy-white landscape.

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  16. C.C. says:

    Congratulations on the sale! What you have done above with the line drawings and the kaleidoscope art is truly spectacular. Stunning really. I love the second stanza, in particular, in this poem….that is exactly what it feels like staring at the blank white page and trying to summon words from the wilderness of one’s own mind. Gorgeous imagery!!

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  17. Gillena Cox says:

    Contracts on an interesting poem and on your recent art sales

    Much love…

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  18. Susan Chast says:

    What a dream! Great story on your previous post! Bravo for internet conmnections that work magic.

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  19. annell4 says:

    Oh the moment! Yes it is time for celebration! Sometimes we just have to wait…if only we can remember the poem is on the way!

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  20. humbird says:

    Ah, this is just wonderful what I did with drawing and words! ‘ trees
    that strangely appear like letters
    of a foreign language,’ ~ very intriguing and connected to your painting. WOW!

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  21. humbird says:

    You, of course….

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  22. Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade) says:

    Beautiful picture and very beautiful poem. Congratulations on your sales.

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  23. glmeisner says:

    Great write. The image of the bones makes me think of old wind chimes.

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  24. Oh yes! Triteness is a bane! Love the link between the two media. Nicely shared.

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