Wondering Quandary

The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #229
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drum, mass, blind, voice, thread, web,
think, spin, people, power, until, insist

Sunday’s Whirligig: Wordle #37
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searching, impotent, molest, nightmares, cheese,
moonlight, jars, curl, sun, dogs, calm, aubades

Poets United: Poetry Pantry #282
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Wondering Quandary

Have to wonder about people who insist
on giving power to voice of politicians
that constantly weave a web of fear.

Who search for threads of thinking to spin
to the masses, molesting their minds
with nightmares of only possible futures.

Who beat the jarring drums of hatred and war
until the ability to think clearly becomes
cheesy, impotent, blind to any calm reasoning.

Perhaps one can only curl oneself like a dog
in shaft of moonlight, wrap self around own
sense of truth and softly croon aubades

to the hopeful rising of a sun of peace.

Elizabeth Crawford  12/13/15

Notes: Normally, I think of myself as a Personal Poet. However, lately I seem to be leaning in another direction. One that is surprising to me, even though I know in my heart that the political is personal and the personal is political. These words simply refused to go in any other direction. I thought seriously about skipping the whole thing this week. But, as you can see, I didn’t. “Follow the words”, they say, and at some point they will take you to the one place you didn’t want to go. Maybe I have finally arrived? Lol… Have been reading Jean M. Auel’s Earth’s Children series. Finished Clan of The Cave Bear and am now halfway through The Valley of Horses. Don’t think, for one moment, that’s an accident. She follows the signs and symbols, so do I, as well as the words.

Image is a digital painting put through the kaleidoscope app. I used all of the words.