For The Sunday Whirl writing prompt: Wordle #199
empty, held, memory, saintly, crack, track,
wrestle, pebbles, cue, act, science, angel
It’s not science, you know.
I wasn’t saintly, not even close
to being an angel.
There’s a wide crack; graveled
path in my memory track,
jam-packed with boulders
of all sizes held in place
by ever smaller pebbles.
Times when I wrestled
with anger and hate
choosing not to act
on the violence those feelings
Suppose I could have dumped
a truck-load of cement over all
of it, smoothed it over
with trowels of forgetfulness.
Instead, they have become a cue,
reminding me of a way in which
I never wish to go, and what I would
never want to be, or to become.
Elizabeth Crawford 2/14/15
Notes: This one started whispering when I read the words the first time. Love it when that happens. I used all of the words, but changed empty to dump simply because it sounded better. Struggled a bit with the final stanza because the word cue didn’t seem to keep the tone I had started with. Just because it was easier than most, doesn’t mean I don’t fight with the words in my own fashion, lol.
Image is a kaleidoscope made from a much smaller pen and ink doodle and was then colored with coloring pencils, then switched back to the softer color of stone. One of my favorites because it showed me a great many things I could do with just a click of my mouse.