For NaPoWriMo: Day 7
In a fever of misunderstanding
I numbly sought receding horizon.
A defining line that would mark
difference between fact and feeling.
It took years of hard work, studying,
measuring, changing roles and clothes,
digging in sometimes rock solid soil
of memory, but I learned.
Facts, like two plus two equals four,
are statements of reality. While feelings
are seldom more than an early weather
warning device of the soul, to be heeded.
Just because I feel guilty, doesn’t mean
I’ve done anything wrong.
Elizabeth Crawford 4/7/2016
Notes: Creating these prompts can be a sticky undertaking. Mainly because they most often remind me of the years when I taught. I really loved that experience. But sometimes the voice of the teacher sort of overruns the voice of the poet. Like today. I’m not really pleased with this piece. And of course, after I finished writing it, several actual incidents slipped through my mind that might have worked better. But time is an actual factor in all of this. Just hoping those other ideas will hold out for their own time in the sun.
The image is a digital painting, the original work sold for a book cover illustration. What is here is the result of a friend showing me how to use one of the apps in my paint program. I thought it was very representative of that receding horizon line between hard facts and the more fluid elements of feeling.