For Sunday’s Whirligig: Wordle #107
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insane, products, setting, try, devices, similar,
considering, mad, nameless, make, waking, call
For The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #295
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nail, stone, scrape, breeze, barrier, trunk,
turn, reach, listen, taste, follow, sigh
For Poets United: Poetry Pantry #349
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Captured
Consider poet a mad creature,
dragging his trunk of nameless
words behind him. Scraping it
across stone barriers, of those
who refuse to follow or listen.
Yet, he keeps setting the scene,
making metaphors, similar devices
that might reach a turned ear. Sighs
upon waking, knowing his product
will call to only a few.
Thinks of quitting this insane drive
which propels him, forever forward.
Like a fresh breeze, each morning,
tasting of new ideas he must try
to nail down on paper. He begins.
Elizabeth Crawford 4/16/2017
Notes: Inspiration came from the two word lists, once I figured out a possible path through them. I believe any artist struggles with these thoughts and feelings, on their way to becoming whatever their gift will allow them to become. Personally think they are heroes, finding the magic elixir, then bringing it to their world, in order to heal it. Used all of the words, and want to wish each of you a Happy Easter. This current PAD Challenge has felt like a resurrection to me, and I thank all of you for that reality.
Image is a photograph taken several years ago. It reminds me of how we often feel that we live behind some sort of barrier, where sunlight only breathes on the other side.
Soul's Music 
Sighs
upon waking, knowing his product
will call to only a few…. Sigh!!!! That’s the greatest challenge..to continue mixing metaphors knowing you might end up drinking alone!!!
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Thanks Thot, I’m sitting here alone giggling…must be a reason they think we poets are nuts.
Elizabeth
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Shaking a fist at an uncaring world. But someone must.
Just as long as that fist is wrapped round a pen. The world foolishly defines a pen as a non-lethal weapon, and will go on thinking that. Won’t they be surprised?
Elizabeth
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Keep going, poets!!!
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Couldn’t agree with you more, and thank you,
Elizabeth
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Happy Easter to you too! A very vivid poem. (Personally I have never wished to quit, and find it hard to imagine that any poet ever would. Like virtue, it is its own reward.)
Rosemary, although I agree with you in spirit, there have been times when I’ve slowed down and stopped writing. I can excuse most of them for the adventure I find in making visual art, but not all of them. Yet, that fresh morning scent of new ideas has always pulled me back, just as this current PAD Challenge has done. I can only hope that I’ll die with a pen in my hand, lol. And I do.
Elizabeth
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I often wonder why I continue to write poetry. After reading your poem, I know why. Thank you, Elizabeth.
No, thank you, MMT. Don’t ever quit, you are an inspiration to so many,
Elizabeth
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“Thinks of quitting this insane drive
which propels him, forever forward.”…aha…he has to, this is his lot ; )
His lot, his journey, his life, his story. Thank you, Sumana.
Elizabeth
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“dragging his trunk of nameless
words behind him”
glad you pulled out yours – this is wonderful
Thank you, Laura. It was also fun. Your poem, on the other hand, both dared and challenged the little Catholic school girl that still resides inside of me. I’m rather amazed she allowed me to respond without kicking up a major fuss. Maybe we have both grown up a bit?
Elizabeth
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A wonderful whirl/whirligig! Sometimes all the words don’t work for me, but I have decided it is OK. It would be interesting if you put together all the poems you have written about writing? I would love that.
Lol, Annell. It would be as heavy as one of those reserved tomes they keep behind the Library desk, and won’t allow anyone to take out of the building. I did create a small chapbook of some of them before the turn of the century. But, that was before the internet gig. Most often, those poems come from my own rule: If you can’t think about what to write, then write about writing. It happens a lot. But, I’m not sure anyone but you would be interested. Thanks for the thought though. As far as using all the words, it’s a personal challenge for me, one that allows me to feel good about what I do.
Elizabeth
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I’m sorry I haven’t been here for all the prompts, this has just been a lost April for me. To much on my plate.
I’m fairly certain it is that way for many this year. I almost forgot the PAD Challenge completely. Only remembered it on the first day of the month. But, then decided to go with the theme of ‘Inspiration’, and it swiftly became energizing for me. No need for apologies dear friend.
Elizabeth
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Your use of all the words is brilliant. I love the “dragging his trunk of nameless words behind him”. It’s an absolutely wonderful poem.
Thank you, Beverly. I really like writing about writing. I came to it late, and its process still fascinates and captivates me.
Elizabeth
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I think you have well expressed the ‘driven’ quality that a poet has to keep writing!
I think that ‘driven’ quality still amazes me, more often than not. I’ve tried many other activities, enjoyed all of them for a time, but poetry will always be my first love. It gives something essential back, over and over again. I may, at times, get tired of the doing of it, but that drive is incredibly persistent, and I am always grateful that it is.
Elizabeth
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I resonate this poem. We feverishly scribble, hoping for that turned ear. Writing faster as the years ďiminish.
Smiled when I read your comment, Sherry. Yes, we feverishly scribble, but maybe write faster now because we’ve managed to acquire some skill and ability with age? At least, I hope that’s true.
Elizabeth
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It’s so wonderful how you can compose such a meaningful poem from given words. I think all poets can relate to this. Lovely.
Thank you, Myrna. I really like playing with words, and can only hope you are correct about the relativity.
Elizabeth
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Like a fresh breeze, each morning,
tasting of new ideas he must try
to nail down on paper. He begins.
Oh yes, we must! Lovely write!❤️
Thank you, Sanaa. So glad you liked it,
Elizabeth
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We are in our own world when writing even there are times that no one understands us. Thanks for sharing the plight of a poet, Elizabeth
You are welcome totomai. And once again, I was enthralled by your photos. Although it is difficult to express more than one creative outlet, you do it well.
Elizabeth
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I don’t know that we all think we can heal, but surely there is a call in there somewhere to keep trying, an inability to stop writing–and in my case an attempt to get lighter which gets no where. I enjoy poems about writing poetry.
The inability to stop writing is both a request to be heard and an offer of sharing. Both of those things are parts of a healing process. But, that might be my personal schtick? Our world, at the present moment, is so filled with fear, and any energy that calms or quiets that is healing, or at least soothing. I also like poems about writing, and find that yours are, most often, filled with light. Thank you for making me think.
Elizabeth
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That’s how I feel each weekend as I tackle the poetry blogs! However I usually solve the problem by writing for myself and the readers can take it or leave it.
I understand your feelings, OE, even feel that way on some weekends. But, once I get inside the words, I get lost in the process and am usually a bit surprised that it makes any sense at all, lol. I really do love to write, and on occasion, even think I might be good at it.
Elizabeth
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