NaPoWriMo Day 12
Want to create a myth
that will lift individual’s
spirit. Hold teeth of truth
on each of its pages and carry
weight of solid cement brick
within its knowing.
Wouldn’t ravish another mind,
or sink it in quicksand of hope
diminished. But would brush
it lightly with crystal clarity
of multi-mirrored reflections.
Might become a vent to brighten
warm orange embers still
burning amidst all those ashes
that choke the throats of spoon-
fed masses. Forced daily, to swallow
constantly thinning gruel of lies
administered by falsely framed
personal and political agendas.
Elizabeth Crawford 4/12/15
Notes: Computer once again in the workshop. Not sure when I’ll get it back. Using my daughter’s puter, but not sure for how long I’ll be able to do so. Not even sure I’ll be able to return visits. My apologies for that. May disappear for a few days, but hopefully I’ll be back as soon as possible. The image is a zen doodle, one of the few I could save here before the puter was carried out the door.