For The Sunday Whirl: Wordle 209
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work, tired, hell, damnation, sunshine, warmth,
rivers, kayak, fun, marshmallows, camping, fire
And for Sunday’s Whirligig: #17
http://sundayswhirligig.blogspot.com/
kitchen, coatless, flag, stars, say, thinking,
touch, slices, envelope, roadside, games, walk,
And Poets United: Poetry Pantry #262
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Continuing
Coatless in the kitchen, so damned
tired of all the work. She thinks of slices
of sunshine cutting through forested trees,
touching senses with enveloping warmth.
The fun of roasting marshmallows to golden
crispness over a camp fire, or lying on backs
playing that game of naming stars while
walking fingers through a midnight blue sky.
Wild flowers in roadside ditches and near river’s
edge. Like saying beads on a rosary, she knows
any one of these scents or sights will lift
her flagging spirit, allow her to continue.
Elizabeth Crawford 7/26/15
Notes: Still slowly unpacking, and although I am enjoying the chore, there are definitely moments that I wish I could be elsewhere, doing nothing but taking in the sights and scents that feed my spirit. Image is a pen and ink line weave doodle done several years ago. I titled it Self-portrait because it reminded me of myself dancing through words and images. I checked both The Whirl and Whirligig this week and decided to try both. Used all but two of the twenty-four words. Hope you have a wonderful weekend.
You certainly danced through image and word…moving house is different to moving home..boxes can be unpacked but our mind lingers in the memories of the place we left…perhaps the best part is thinking of the memories to come? I do so hope and good luck…the exploration of the new place is yet to come i am sure
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I loved how you incorporated all the words and wove them into this magical poem 😀
Beautiful work! Have a nice weekend 😀
Lots of love,
Sanaa
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“She thinks of slices / of sunshine cutting through forested trees, / touching senses with enveloping warmth.”…love these lines…so beautiful..
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This time last week I was camping under the stars doing just what you described in your beautiful poem! Thanks for the memories.
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Your poem definitely expresses the feeling of being burdened with work..while desiring the escape to the wildflowers and the roasted marshmallows! I empathize. I hope you find a way to enjoy the blessings of summer soon. Ha, work will always wait.
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The words were not easy, but you found the ‘way.’
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I liked the idea of slices of sunlight and the images of melting marshmallows and naming stars.
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“She thinks of slices / of sunshine cutting through forested trees, / touching senses with enveloping warmth.”…love these lines…so beautiful.. I’m with Sumana here… Brilliant lines… This was a joy to read….
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ditto the above comment – walking fingers – you certainly lifted my spirits. Beautiful image too
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slices of sunshine cutting through forested trees, touching senses with enveloping warmth…
yes, like Scott, Sumana and Laura, those were the lines that just stood out from a beautiful poem. 🙂 enjoyed my visit from the pantry.
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Whenever we’re doing something we ‘have’ to do, our mind wanders to a place we’d rather be. I love how you express this here. Hope you unpack soon enough to enjoy slices of sunshine.
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Wow this is amazing as I feel this way as I am weeding these garden beds choked with weeds in th hot sun melting and yet…
‘she knows
any one of these scents or sights will lift
her flagging spirit, allow her to continue.’
This poem has lifted my spirit!
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the picture of marsmahallow being roasted over a camp fire brings back a lot of memories. thank you for that, Elizabeth.
She may be tired from work, as always, but lots of small things and details, enable her to continue with life
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You are doing well, kiddo…….soon you will be all unpacked. At this end, my to do list insists I declutter, so I will have less to unpack when I get where I’m going.
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Amazingly seamless work with the words. Gorgeous piece.
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Just how I feel when I need a break. Utterly delightful.
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walking fingers through a midnight blue sky…. beautiful line!
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Oh I love the visual of slices of sunshine.
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That last stanza really spoke to me because I know that feeling too well
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The memories brought forth really do help us make it through.
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“walking fingers through a midnight blue sky”–I love that, and you did a phenomenal job of using both the wordles. Wow! So seamless.
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You’ve used the words beautifully, and aroused many of my own happy memories.
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