For NaPoWriMo: Day 3
The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #245
brief, endless, erotic, witness, grace, claim,
feed, speak, root, threads, empty, rare
Sunday’s Whirligig: Wordle #53
penguin, beak, wings, loosen, remains, stone,
preening, reclaiming, thanks, bite, scratch, survive
Poets United: Poetry Pantry #296
No Blue Thing
Am doing my own thing,
nothing blue about it.
Am being witness to
my own survival.
Claim no special grace
preening face of what is.
Reclaiming wings and beak
of words, colors that speak.
Like a penguin, I waddle-roll
through endless black/ white threads
of memory, briefly loosening what
remains beneath icy stones
of forgetting. Seeking that
which will feed roots of soul,
and take bite out of rare
empty moments of loneliness.
Instead, give thanks for almost
erotic sense of joy in knowing
that however long I continue
may never get far beyond
scratching its surface.
Elizabeth Crawford 4/3/2016
Notes: I’ve been doing one poem a week for about nine months. Each one fashioned from the two Sunday wordles. I didn’t want to interrupt that practice, so I swiped the two lists and made them into the prompt at my prompt site for NaPoWriMo. I usually accompany my prompts with some form of musical inspiration. For this one, I used No Blue Thing by
Ray Lynch. Obviously that’s where I got my title as well. I had copied the two lists before
seeking out the music. Had chosen instrumental music because we already had 24 words to deal with and didn’t need any more. The moment the music started, I had my title and first verse. This piece of music always makes me think of the Fool setting off on his journey, head in the air, and knapsack over his shoulder. By the time the number ended, I had a good rough draft of the poem. Somehow, the penguin simply fit with the music. You can find it here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F8d7CJFSSyY
The image is a photograph manipulated with the kaleidoscope app. And I did use all of the words.