April is national poetry month, and is celebrated by a Poem A Day challenge to anyone who loves poetry. I am busy teaching an online class, but will attempt to offer something each day, through the month. Simple short verses, no particular form, but want to stick to the theme of inspiration, especially that of other poets, and writers. Please join me if you like, and leave your URL in the comment sections below. I will try to visit, read, and comment. The theme is simply my choice, and does not have to be yours.
For The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #293
http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com
primal, place, follow, rise, shame, near,
while, reach, base, eyes, garden, kiss
Primal Place
The making of poems is almost
a primal place within, where I rise
and without shame, follow the words
wherever they choose to take me.
A secret garden at the base of a mountain,
kissed by sunlight and dew, that reaches
to embrace opened eyed focus, while all
that is wild creeps from surrounding forest,
gathering near in reverent silence, to await
our mutual completion.
Elizabeth Crawford 4/2/2017
Footnotes: Before entering College, I spontaneously created a Personal Mythology, peopled by wild creatures like a tiger, wolf, eagle, hawk etc. They each represented some aspect of my own psyche, in an imaginary landscape I called my Secret Garden. I believe they fueled my desire to learn and eventually my love of Poetry. I also believe they add their own unique energy to whatever I create.
This piece is definitely biographical and was inspired by the wordle list. I did use all of the words.
Image is a digital painting I created several years ago.
Soul's Music 
What a beautful thought that the animals would listen to your poetry (or hiss and snarl at mine).
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I agree with Robin’s comment.. they would probably bolt after reading mine! Lovely thought!
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This is soo lovely and profound! Yes, the words choose us!❤️
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A satisfying result from the word set. We all need such a garden.
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such a wonderful poem, Elizabeth ❤ have a lovely Sunday 🙂
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following words is definitely a very satisfying journey….beautifully penned Elizabeth…
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I see that image of Snowwhite singing to the animals of the forest,
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The making of poems is almost
a primal place within, where I rise
and without shame, follow the words
wherever they choose to take me.
The whole poem is wonderful, but that first stanza is fantastic. Rise and follow the words without shame…so beautifully expressed!
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Awesome reflection… liked your picture too
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Skilled use of the wordle to create a magic, primal place! Serene and welcoming.
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Ah, I used to have poems that came from a primal place…now mine come from the volcanically bubbling surface!
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All that is most beautiful comes when we rise without shame and own our truth. The secret garden you’ve depicted sounds like the most lovely place for creating that beauty.
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What a wonderful place. Delightful.
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I love all the wild creeping near in reverent silence!
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A wonderful piece!!!
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Your poem is beautiful. The fact that it is biographic enhances its beauty. Thanks for the note about your secret garden and soul animals. Your have such an alive spirit and imagination.
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Beautiful…the last stanza outstanding.
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Your first stanza is so beautiful and powerful and true–what a beautiful write Elizabeth
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Beautifully said, and feels so right and true.
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I believe in this “mutual completion.”
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I, too, follow words wherever they choose to take me, and I’m always surprised (and usually gratified) with where I end up. Writing poetry is an exciting journey, isn’t it?
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It is good, being a shameless poet.
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