After The Accident

For The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #249
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grace, join, yearning, silken, any, fire,
eggs, moment, skin, cell, light, boundless

For Sunday’s Whirligig: Wordle #57
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menace, father, black, childhood, blocking, light,
speak, throwing, window, plain, dazzling, after

Poets United: Poetry Pantry #300
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burning bush final

After The Accident

Pain is the shell that encompasses
your understanding…

__The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran

Although father seemed a menace
to my childhood, reversing black
Pontiac down driveway while
mother watched from window,
resultant scar became a silken grace
joining far more than skin and skull together.

Became boundless fire throwing light
on deepest yearnings to comprehend.
Constantly egging on any and all
questions that would unblock cells
of understanding. Speaking its dazzling
truth in plain light of ordinary
everyday moments.

Elizabeth Crawford  5/1/16

Process Notes: I’ve written of this incident before, but these words seemed to go back and want another look. The quote is a favorite of mine. Found in the book mentioned above, given to me many, many years ago. Much later, as a middle-aged college student, I found a sculpture hanging in one of the main corridors on campus. It was gleaming white and seemed to be a round object, like an egg, cracked open with a liquid flow of glistening bubbles pouring out of it. And suddenly I knew that my experience at age four, might not have been an accident, but perhaps Divine Intervention, putting all the pieces together, letting me know I was on the right path, doing the right thing. That all of my seeking for understanding was not a quirk, but a purpose. Yes, all of the words.

Image is a digital painting done several years ago.

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21 Responses to After The Accident

  1. oldegg says:

    Accidents are waiting to happen and we must never forget this. The more dangerous the world the more careless we seem ignoring Kahlil Gibran’s advice.

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  2. Funny how some events get cemented into our narrative and some don’t.

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  3. Susan says:

    I’m always amazed when word lists transform into such a meaningful and soulful poem. Thanks!

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  4. Amazing how some incidents breed new significance over time. Lovely.

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  5. Rosemary Nissen-Wade says:

    A life-changing, and ultimately life-enhancing moment for sure – beautifully expressed in verse and painting.

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  6. Tom Merriman says:

    A Eureka moment, Elizabeth! It’s odd how clarity strikes when least expected – a message from the Universe indeed!

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  7. The way we might even treasure of our scars… how do we ever know if that pain changed us to something better or worse… it’s like a road we never walked.

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  8. Jae Rose says:

    Things happen for a reason – i hope we all have that moment when we can look back, piece together and realise truth and hopefully peace comes in how we spend each and every day… as ever skilful, full of depth and meaning and beautifully illustrated – a peaceful sunday to you xo

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  9. Sanaa Rizvi says:

    A life altering experience… powerfully penned.

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  10. Gillena Cox says:

    if we can triumph out of misfortune indeed the lessons are well worth

    Happy Sunday Mary

    much love…

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  11. magicalmysticalteacher says:

    Of course you have written of this incident before, and you will write of it again and again, because it is one of the bedrock truths of your life: you are a survivor, an overcomer. Writing about the accident will always be your “silken grace,” and we, your readers, will be graced by your images and insights. Thank you.

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  12. Mary says:

    Your poem & its explanation give me goosebumps. I think we all strive to find meaning in the incidents that happened in our lives. You are indeed a seeker of depth & meaning, Elisabeth. There definitely is great truth in those ordinary moments which are so easy to overlook unless one is willing to ponder.

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  13. I discovered The Prophet when I was coming of age in my freshman year of high school and it has always had a profound effect on me….your poem and note are amazing in their revelation of what occurs when accidents happen.

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  14. Sherry Marr says:

    It is a wonder the accident left only a scar and a means of transformation. Yikes! Your poem is wonderful, and the image is very apt. It goes with the poem to perfection. The illuminating egg art sounds pretty cool, too.

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  15. Myrna says:

    Some scars are so much more than skin deep. They keep throbbing, making us continue to examine one incident, like one life. Lovely writing Elizabeth. I think there must be a reason why you keep revisiting this accident.

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  16. Cressida says:

    Interesting and profound. I wonder why you keep revisiting. Maybe there is something else you need to understand…a missing part of the puzzle perhaps?

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  17. Bastet says:

    An interesting interpretation of your early life accident. A moving poem and I enjoyed the explanation of the process which brought it about. Thanks for sharing.

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  18. Misky says:

    And to think those things we call accidents … really aren’t at all. Thank you for interesting read, Elizabeth.

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  19. annell4 says:

    “There you go again,” you have done it again….perfectly, effortlessly, like a river running in it’s banks. And where are headed Elizabeth? Is it to the sea? Or just to the desert, and underground, lost from view? Wonderful! You are my hero!

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  20. resultant scar became a silken grace

    While it was unfortunate that the accident happened it brought bitter memories later in life. Blame seemed not the solution.

    Hank

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  21. veronicabalfourpaul says:

    I love it when people write about their past. I can hear the four year old thinking and the older person deciding what was seen. And scars and moles on adults are seen as familiar things through the eyes of a child. Something they can trace with their fingers.

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