The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #211
plaster, chill, rattle, drum, recede, scry,
thread, web, know, sin, cry, creek
Sunday’s Whirligig: #19
bickering, asleep, floor, hear, breath, soft,
cord, frayed, signal, bed, awake, separate,
Sound of Survival
Back then, just the sound
of your voice was enough
to rattle me awake from floor
of past where I’d been sleeping.
Separated me from softly frayed
cord of remembering, lost in loosely
threaded web of knowing what
could never be.
Sin of hope, signal receding,
a bickering breath heard only by heart
that had forgotten its thrumming drum beat
in rocky creek of living alone.
That single sound became cry that tore
me from chilling bed, let me rise again,
finally bringing deepest satisfaction
to be found in true meaning of survival.
Elizabeth Crawford 8/9/15
Notes: This is the result of several different occurrences during the past week. A phone call from a friend that lasted for well over an hour and ended in snorts and howls of raucous laughter. A live evening concert at the Botanical Gardens during which I heard an oldie but goodie rendition of Gloria Gaynor’s I Will Survive. When I first looked at these two lists of words, it felt a bit like they were coming through fog. Something was there but I just couldn’t quite catch it. Went back to my task of trying to organize years of files. In a folder, I found pages of a journal and a poem I had written seven years ago and then never looked at again. And that was when the words seemed to find their focus, so I wrote it down. I used all but two of the words. The original poem was written to the same friend who had called and celebrates that laughter. The image is a digital painting done by an internet friend, Diddums. She may be found here: https://diddums.wordpress.com/