NaPoWriMo: Day 17 – Smorgasbord Sunday
For Sunday’s Whirligig: Wordle #55
green, blue, red, shoes, loose, pants,
dining, ants, good, news, miles, whining
For The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #247
forget, stretch, rest, left, hole, lost,
sight, first, shell, feathers, rattle, old
Poets United: Poetry Pantry #298
Muted green and blue sea shells rattle
loosely in cardboard box. Handful
of sand is lost, grain by grain, through
tiny hole now worn in one of its
Panting a little, stretches her arm to rest
left hand on cover of the old memento.
Recalls how she once stored feathers
in carton her mother had gotten with
a new pair of shoes.
Brilliant red swirls, now faded to soft
pink. Time has dined on exterior,
like ants laboriously moving over its
once bright face, slowly carrying it away
to some forgotten elsewhere space.
At first, she’d whined about effort it
took to do this ‘good’ thing for herself.
Now knows these miles she walks each
morning, with her old treasure box, provide
her with sights, sounds, small gifts to self
that keep her breathing.
Elizabeth Crawford 4/17/16
Notes: Fiction built on memories and stories. Just following the words. Used them all.
Image is a pen and ink drawing put through kaleidoscope app, then digitally converted to sepia tones. What can I say? I really like to play.