April PAD Challenge: Final Day

For Sunday’s Whirligig: Wordle #109

mingle, woven, rope, daughter, splash, burning,
daffodils, calendar, jays, branch, yours, first

For The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #297

spiral, saints, run, life, list, lace,
settle, sum, prayer, itch, sing, chip

Poets United: Poetry Pantry #351

That Conversation

Daffodils, like saints, seem to softly pray,
singing of splashed golden sunlight woven
through tree branches on daughter’s
calendar, where Jays spiral down to mingle,
then settle amidst this lacy display.

She wants to run through her list
of things to do that might make my
life a bit easier, while I have burning
itch to chip away at her summing up
of my preferred alone existence.

Point to her ‘all for my good’ suggestions,
and say clearly, “Your first item is simply
impossible.” Throwing her a bit of rope,
swiftly point to final one, and mutter,
“That might be a maybe.”

Elizabeth Crawford 4/30/2017

Notes: Pure fiction. But, with my curtailed physical abilities, I imagine the conversation will come some time in the future. Not with my daughter, but with my sister. Remember how carefully we approached my Mother when it came time to do the same. Sister would probably approach me as if I’m some sort of wild mother grizzly. Only hope, I can be as civil as this piece suggests, lol. And know I will feel blue for a few days, because the challenge has come to an end.

Image is a photograph of sunlight, sand beach, and moving water, put through the kaleidoscope app. It was as close as I could get to that first stanza. I did use all of the words.





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17 Responses to April PAD Challenge: Final Day

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  2. oldegg says:

    I can’t get over how annoyed I feel that those days approach for me too. However I am like a punch drunk boxer still fighting hoping my team don’t throw in the towel! Sad but such a relevant post Elizabeth.


  3. thotpurge says:

    This is a gr st visualisation over the image or daffodils praying..excellent.


  4. Another amazingly tight collection – well done.


  5. Rosemary Nissen-Wade says:

    I love the beauty of the first verse, and the kaleidoscoped image that matches it so well. And I sympathise entirely with your dread of being told what to do for your own good.


  6. kaykuala h says:

    Can be quite a challenge to have a meaningful conversation with the young people these days. They are too liberal minded that would shock the unprepared adults!



  7. I think there are days when a chasm opens up, but then at the next moment, we realize that there are still bridges….

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  8. Jae Rose says:

    Internal conversations are the best – and I know you’re not grizzly 😉


  9. As someone living with “curtailed physical abilities” myself, I can say that the tone is perfect. I found myself raising my eyebrows, and thinking, Yep, that’s exactly how it goes.


  10. sanaarizvi says:

    This is so incredibly eloquent.. and gosh your first stanza is simply breathtaking ❤️


  11. ZQ says:

    YES! Well done,


  12. Sherry Marr says:

    LOL. I smile at the thought of your sister approaching you as a wild mother grizzly. Hee hee. Love the grudging, “that might be a maybe.” Good for you, doing the April journey!


  13. A most insightful poem. As age approaches, we all want to maintain our independence without being a burden on our children. Well presented.


  14. annell4 says:

    It is always, “for your own good.” You are a wise woman indeed!


  15. Truedessa says:

    Your opening verse is lovely, then it weaves into an uneasiness of a conversation you would much rather not participate in. The reader can feel the tension.


  16. As always, Elizabeth, a beautiful poem of woven images with a photo to do it justice.


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