Brief Ode for Poets in April

For NaPoWriMo: Day 13

minstrel, dawn, strings, blue, flow, fingers, jangle, dangle

And Six For Wednesday – 2


Brief Ode for Poets in April

We poets are minstrels
of another hue. Or maybe
we are only foolish.

Wrapped around pens,
or tapping at keyboards,
with fingers.

While yawning, we string
out words that jangle and
dangle in blue flow of yet,

another dawning.

Elizabeth Crawford 4/13/16

Notes: Each day, as I sit to write a poem, I know I am not alone and that there are hundreds of you, all doing the same. That is incredibly comforting. Thank you.

Image is a water color wash, with a pen and ink line weave drawing, appropriately titled The Mill. If you are interested, you can find the poem I wrote about it here:

Musical Inspiration:

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4 Responses to Brief Ode for Poets in April

  1. oldegg says:

    Sometimes I wish they would dawn more easily as I have to shake them awake to help me write my piece!


  2. Sherry Marr says:

    I love that blue flow of yet another dawning.


  3. This is wonderful. I know that I am foolish, but also so much more. πŸ™‚ Thank you for the ode, Elizabeth.


  4. Jae Rose says:

    Minstrels perhaps aren’t fools – they see the full picture of the room they dance and play in – although i draw the line at wearing a hat with bells on – even for the cause of poetry πŸ˜‰


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