NaPoWriMo: Day 21
Love Is An Elephant
Sometimes standing right there
in the middle of the living room
being ignored at all costs.
Able to survive in driest of climates
with a long trunk that sucks up, stores
memories like water so vital to life
and utterly refreshing.
Huge ears fragile enough to be moved
by any passing breeze, yet able to hear
the softest sigh at greatest distances.
Heaviness that can crush boulders, turn
rocks of resistance into pebbles of relief.
Big feet that leave an enduring path
back to itself and far beyond the same.
Tough wrinkled hide quick to protect,
defend a heart beating with life and living,
yet allow it freedom to become slow
languid with loving.
Above all of these, an ability to remember,
to weep with deepest sorrow, to grieve
the losses, both large and small,
and still continue to breathe.
Elizabeth Crawford 4/21/16
Notes: Had a draft, but each time I tried to believe it was finished, it kept growing larger, like the elephant in this extended metaphor. Have a feeling it might continue to do so. For right now, it is enough. Prompt was to fill in the blank/s of the phrase Love Is…
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