The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #232
gasps, dial, left, angels, slap, snare,
dust, remember, loss, pause, days, cold
Sunday’s Whirligig: Wordle #40
twilight, grazing, ripple, loneliness, wet, munching,
tufts, falls, delicate, wrist, break, gladly
Poets United: Poetry Pantry #285
A Certain Loneliness
There is a certain loneliness that ripples
through the days of aging. A sort of twilight
zone that might snare a delicate psyche,
creating a cold slap that makes one gasp
while pausing to remember all of the losses.
But, there is a way to dial down this sort of
fall, even when grazing through these bleak
tufts of dust from the past, munching on what
best is left to the care of angels. Gladly turning
fragile wrist of time back toward the future.
Breaking its hold by recalling that past is past,
can not be changed, and all we really have is this
wet with life, present moment. Then deliberately
choosing to use it.
Elizabeth Crawford 1/3/16
Notes: Missed last week. Too much Holiday visiting and visitors and I didn’t have the energy needed to struggle with words that were fighting me tooth and nail. Was worried that it would be the same this week. But was pleasantly surprised to hear that first line walk through my mind and the rest followed slowly. I did use all of the words.
The image is an old pen and ink drawing I did several years ago and recently found in a sketchbook I had forgotten about. When I finished the drawing, I tried a bit of water color to delicately enhance it. When I found the sketchbook and the image, I put it through the kaleidoscope app and this is what happened. I love those kinds of happy accidents.