Sunday’s Whirligig: Wordle #38
brown, friends, white, palm, born, burnt, consonants,
windows, unmarked, sins, paint, pantry
The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #230
fact, fear, sweet, vicious, scheme, flood,
lines, lure, crease, stream, spreads, extreme
Poets United: Poetry Pantry #283
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.