For The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #216
far, birth, heart, shore, drizzle, sprout,
down, silhouette, face, ripe, lines, itself
For Sunday’s Whirligig: Wordle #24
rolling, furrow, moves, dust, timeless, floating,
name, powerless, stars, rub, pulsing, moonless
For Poets United: Poetry Pantry #269
An idea sprouts, giving birth
to itself. We may name it, think
we even know its face, but it is
only a silhouette, a shadow
floating through a moonless night.
Might pulsate with heart beat, but
tracking it down to its beginnings
would be like finding single rain drop
in a timeless drizzle. Or star dust
rolling through sand at far shore line.
Always moving at its own pace, through furrows
of mind and imagination. Ripe with meaning,
rubbing up against all of life’s experiences. Yet,
we are not powerless. We forever retain the right
to choose to dance, or sit this one out.
Elizabeth Crawford 9/13/15
Process Notes: I looked at the words, even had an idea where to take them, but decided to sit on it for a while. Have been trying to reconstruct some of the files lost when I lost my old computer. Amazing how many pieces of hard copy I’ve found, and made over the years. Have been scanning doodles and templates for the past four days and it struck me how much of all of it is connected over these almost seven decades of my life. I had pretty much decided to sit this one out, wasn’t really keen about what had been there since looking at the two lists. Took one last look at the word lists and started hearing this piece, instead of the original one. The original one was about a tiny seed that gives birth to a sprout etc. Realized that tiny seed was only an idea, one that worked, and definitely asked me to the dance. I accepted.
Image is one of my own templates, colored with colored pencils, then enhanced with a digital background.