Re-posted for Poets United: Poetry Pantry #337
In honor of the Women’s March yesterday. I only wish I could have been there.
For NaPoWriMo: Day 5
Wild Woman Speaks
I don’t care what you say anymore…
There was a time when
I did. So long ago, even memories
have grown long thick fur
for warmth and needed protection.
Hibernation is long behind me.
I seek the sweet things in life,
like honey and sun dappled paths.
Curving myself around wild
scent of my own inner truths.
Carving future’s way, without
pause, by making choices I
alone can live with.
You never really knew me. Never
wanted to take the time to do so,
because your opinion just could
not be wrong.
But, I will admit, you might have
been right about two things. I am
a dreamer, now seeing those crazy
ideas to final fruition. And I am
a whole lot more wild than you could
have ever imagined.
Elizabeth Crawford 4/5/16
Notes: The prompt for today was to take a line from Billy Joel’s song My Life and use it as the title or first line of a poem. I knew immediately which line I wanted to choose. But then, as I started writing, a chat I had with Sherry at Poets United seemed to lend its energy and I ended up with something I wasn’t thinking of at all. I love those happy accidents when they occur. And thanks Sherry, this one is for both of us.
The image is a line weave drawing in pen and ink, done a few years ago. I’ve most often thought of it as a self-portrait. Me dancing wildly with words and colors. The chat with Sherry will be posted near the end of the month at Poets United. The Billy Joel song may be found here: