The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #255
whirring, smirk, churn, splatter, chat, tin,
trim, lemon, scar, left, chisel, dig
Sunday’s Whirligig: Wordle #63
flashes, moments, uneasy, recall, week, writing,
altered, distorted, three, sister, years, came
Poets United: Poetry Pantry #306
Some weeks my writing is no more than
a whirring churn of uneasy recall, distorted
moments left splattered on the page, only
flashes trimmed down to suit my purpose.
Then there are times when I must chisel so
deep, it feels like it will take three years to get
back up to the surface with only an altered
lemon, left to show for all that digging.
Sister comes and we chat, but I know she’d
rather I left the lid on that tin of scarred
memories. Yet, would never smirk at my
need for this creative means of healing.
Elizabeth Crawford 6/12/16
Notes: It was a big surprise to find that one of the word lists had come from a piece I had written. My first thought was that it would be impossible to write something with them. At least, something fresh and different. Yet, the word writing seemed to jump out at me, so I followed it. I truly believe that our creative urges, and endeavors, are a door that opens to our built in healing agent. And find it very sad when I hear someone say, “I don’t have a creative bone in my body.” I believe we all do have that source, but some won’t take the time to find it. Perhaps too busy living a life that could be altered and changed in so many unknown ways.
I did use all of the words. The image is a pen and ink line weave drawing and it always makes me think of the abundance to be found in any and all creative efforts.