Paper Life
How else to be our own best friend?
___1sojournal
My life is a piece of paper.
Find breath between lines
of a far from empty notebook.
Define contours of my story
with writing pens or colored pencils,
scattered willy-nilly through
these parchment-thin walls.
Turn seasons with a flick
of wrist, while underlining
newly found meaning,
or finger-walking old ones
steadfastly keeping their truths.
Papyrus home shields
both thoughts and feelings
from stormy gusts of wind,
found in roaring rants
of others, convinced their words
are both thunder and lightning.
Only hope, that I never
lose sight of wondrous life
built with only words.
Elizabeth Crawford 4/15/2017
Notes: This marks the half-way mark for the PAD Challenge. There are times, when I go back and read some of the different things I have written. I don’t just write poetry. I do concoct personal essays about writing, especially journal writing. I have a blog that is, for the most part, dedicated to that subject matter, because that was a great deal of what I taught. Two days ago, I went to the blog, and simply read what I’d posted there a month ago. And it was there that I found inspiration for today’s poem. It is located here:
https://1sojournal.wordpress.com/
Image is a colored pen and ink line weave drawing done a while ago. It always makes me think of a home place surrounded by lush growing things.
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have a lovely day, Elizabeth 🙂
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And I hope I get to keep reading them for a very long time! A wonderful poem, Elizabeth.
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