Confession On Paper

Sunday’s Whirligig: Wordle #38
http://sundayswhirligig.blogspot.com/

brown, friends, white, palm, born, burnt, consonants,
windows, unmarked, sins, paint, pantry

The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #230
https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/

fact, fear, sweet, vicious, scheme, flood,
lines, lure, crease, stream, spreads, extreme

Poets United: Poetry Pantry #283
http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/

sunset1

Confession On Paper

From crease of palm, constant stream of consonants
and vowels floods my world with sometimes scheming
lines of poetry that often lure others to clear windows
of my pantry seeking fearless facts and sweet truths.

While, at other times, that same source paints images
of rich brown earth unmarked, beneath a spreading sunset
of inviting friendly colors like burnt ocher and muted
turquoise, deco-orange and peacock blue, or purple.

Between these two, confess sins I was born to create.
Spreading their extremes, with joyful freedom lacking
any viciousness, on clean, clear, pure white paper

Elizabeth Crawford  12/20/15

Notes: Was really struggling with the two word lists. Having attended Catholic Parochial School for seven years, the word sins has a rather strong affect on my person (the nuns went to great lengths to explain how sin leaves an ever broadening black stain on a pure white soul. I was avoiding the writing by creating a template that fascinated me because it made me immediately think of a sunset over a North Wisconsin lake, and the colors began calling to me as soon as I printed it off on paper. Eagerly dove into that process and when I finished it, went back to the word lists, and began to hear that first verse and where it would take me. Some call it “following your bliss”, while others sometimes refer to it as “guilty pleasures”. I do, on occasion, refer to my creative endeavors as my sins because there is an enormous amount of pleasure to be found when they happen with ease and seemingly little effort.

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22 Responses to Confession On Paper

  1. What a great way to have those colors to find your words… I can see how they work in both ways.

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  2. oldegg says:

    I always regard “Guilty pleasures” as an asset where I acknowledge they should be enjoyed provided they do not hurt anybody. Even indulging writing could be considered one…well I do!

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  3. Jae Rose says:

    The best part about this is it feels like you have found your own catechism(s) – I am hoping i understand the word correctly – but it seems with each letter and pencil mark there is an expression, a quiet joy and restfulness inside and if pleasure is indeed a sin that too! Beautifully unfolded and i like the dialogue played out on the paper.. i hope like the best part of all religions it is a comfort to the person practising it..not just those following/reading – merry merry to you Elizabeth

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  4. Sumana Roy says:

    so very delightful and spontaneous…

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  5. Really nicely done.

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  6. thotpurge says:

    Writing and painting on fresh white paper… Some indeed are born to create joy.

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  7. outstanding lines in your colourful confession
    :”to clear windows
    of my pantry seeking fearless facts and sweet truths.”
    – being brave to publish and unite with other poets!
    p.s. I attended Catholic convent from aged 5 and the teaching is wrong in its simplicity – sin is not black on white and neither are colours sinful – as Kierkegaard writes sin is despair – not to will to be oneself. All that’s left is to discover who that is…
    Happy Christmas!

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  8. Joy comes through your words. Fearless facts and sweet truths…it feels like I need more of these. Merry Christmas, Elizabeth.

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  9. Sanaa Rizvi says:

    lines of poetry that often lure others to clear windows
    of my pantry seeking fearless facts and sweet truths.

    So wonderfully true, I do feel that your poems possess a certain charm which lures the reader into its truthful verse. Beautifully penned 🙂

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  10. Mary says:

    I enjoyed your explanation together with your poem. I like that kind of ‘sinning’ really, the guilty pleasures we get from our creations. You have gained a bit of wisdom from those nuns of childhood. Smiles. Merry Christmas, Elizabeth!

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  11. I too had that same stain of sin beat into my brain by nuns, but I much prefer your blissful sins of creativity!

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  12. scotthastiepoet says:

    Mmm… Elizabeth, Wasn’t sure where you were going with this to start with, which was a kinda nice feeling… And really liked your ending and wager you put me – a place I’ve been and felt keenly before, just like you and that made me really smile… Thank you! With Best Wishes Scott

    Between these two, confess sins I was born to create.
    Spreading their extremes, with joyful freedom lacking
    any viciousness, on clean, clear, pure white paper

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  13. Sherry Marr says:

    I can feel the pleasure you take in creating both mandalas and poems, in your words, Elizabeth. Love the “joyful freedom lacking any viciousness”……

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  14. Mama Pajama says:

    oh, those nuns…great image, though, and you go on with your ‘sins’! they are wonderful, and do, in fact, ‘spread joy’.

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  15. Really is a wonderful idea about sin, and the thought that good poetry is somehow sinful. I love this… that a poem lures us to a place. That a poem is an act of sinful pleasure. Awesome! I really enjoyed this.

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  16. Yes, blissful poetry here. Enjoyed your labyrinth of words. 🙂

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  17. ZQ says:

    Geesh, you pulled it off quite creatively 🙂

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  18. Susan Chast says:

    “Between these two, confess sins I was born to create”–the words and the images could even lead us to what we were born to do! Nice.

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  19. Jim says:

    Your first paragraph tells of the poem reader who picks fault rather than to enjoy the flavor of a nice poem.
    Is this many colored thing a mandala that youhavecreated?
    ..

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  20. Brother Ollie says:

    Keep creating!

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  21. ms pie says:

    it is indeed a poem with wings that fly …

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