For Sunday’s Whirligig: Wordle #54
breathing, against, birds, impossible, skull, bricks,
coffee, unfolds, comes, sleeping, white, probability
For The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #246
surface, last, flow, used, talk, us,
stands, hope, circle, end, drips, tales
For NaPoWriMo: Day 10
And Poets United: Poetry Pantry #297
For Those of Us Who Don’t
Don’t hold it against me,
I don’t drink coffee. First
time I tried, it made brick
colored stains on my shirt,
and talked for hours after.
Seemed to unfold my skull
‘til thoughts were drip-dropping
like birds will sometimes do,
and hope of sleep wasn’t even
On the surface, blended with
white cream, it looks impossibly
smooth and bland. Seemingly
delicious flow, breathing warm
hope of soothing circle of quiet
contemplation, whispered tales
of memory, and maybe inspiration
for a really good poem.
But in the end, it lasts forever.
Standing alone, it jumps amidst
stomach muscles, using them
like a trampoline artist, coming
back up over and over and over
Elizabeth Crawford 4/10/16
Notes: Don’t think this one needs notes. The image is a Mandala created by a friend from a photo I took. Not a kaleidoscope app, but one that calls for cutting and pasting. I used all of the words, including one in the title.