For The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #200
umbrella, river, hopeless, petals, post, uncut,
yearning, delicate, tiny, perched, blue, until
And for Poets United: Poetry Pantry #240
Song In My Soul
Live beneath an umbrella
of hope, though never really
possessed one. Purchased
a few, perched in closet,
forgotten until I was caught,
cold and blue, in deluge
of driving rain.
My hope is an uncut yearning,
constantly moving river of tiny
delicate petals posted upon ever
reaching branches of my soul.
Always and forever telling me,
“There is more, there is more,
there is sooo much more.”
Elizabeth Crawford 2/22/15
Notes: This one gave me a problem even though the first line was there before I finished reading the list. And the rest of the first stanza fell into place quite quickly. I think it was the word perched that did me in because I found myself writing about songbirds singing in my soul and I am certainly not Emily Dickinson, even though I admire what she did so well. When I switched the perched for posted, it felt a bit more mine, but I’ll thank Emily anyway.
Image is a pen and ink drawing put through the kaleidoscope app and then colored with fine art pens in India Ink.