For NaPoWriMo: Day 24 Sunday Smorgasbord
For Sunday’s Whirligig: Wordle #56
cooling, ascend, flesh, wine, grapes, knock,
burst, salt, nightingales, babes, prick, temples
For The Sunday Whirl: Wordle # 248
scar, hide, fire, prophet, vision, unholy,
naked, sin, close, hills, climb, light
For Poets United: Poetry Pantry #299
As Nightingales Sing
in the cooling light,
scarred man ascends
steps of temple, knocks,
and a vision. Gentle
prophet pricks flesh,
then offers wine made
from bursting grapes.
Tells man his unholy sins
close a door to his soul.
Hide a fire within and salt
hills of his journey with sadness.
Scarred man cries softly,
curls up like a baby
feeling naked and lost.
Awakens alone, climbs
back down temple steps
and returns to lonely room,
where he begins to paint
nightingales singing in
Elizabeth Crawford 4/24/16
Notes: Could just as easily have titled this Epiphany. When we have an epiphany, we often mark it in some fashion: paint or draw an image, write a poem, or buy a talisman to remind us. A few days ago, Paula shared her process with us. Told us when she gets a word list, it usually draws a picture in her mind, and that image becomes the poem as the words fall in place. So, I gathered the words and sat waiting for an image. But, my own process took over and I heard the title and the first line. As soon as I typed it in, the rest of the words drew the image for me, line by line, and the whole was a surprise to me. My epiphany occurred when I realized that my process has been developed over time and maybe I shouldn’t mess with it.
The image is from the internet and is one of several that were used to create the title piece for this blog. And yes, I used all of the words.