13 Ways of Looking at White
Innocence, prized in the young,
pulling at strings of protectiveness,
or a perverted temptation.
Ignorance, suggesting a willingness
to learn, or deliberate refusal
An absence of color, while still
The definition of light
reaching into any
and all darkness.
Empty, bare page
of words and detail.
Canvas longing for color
and soft, or bold stroke
of the artist’s brush.
Clean fresh smell
of bed sheets taken from
Clouds like rapid waters
boiling over the peaks
of indigo-blue Montana mountains.
First line on horizon
as dawn breaks over
dark rippling water.
Gloves on hands
Easter Sunday tradition.
11. Underbelly of yearling
hawk as he flies
in perfect freedom.
Doctor’s coat of only
hoped for healing.
Or, a single bloom
that silently speaks
of personal power.
Elizabeth Crawford 4/9/2018
Notes: It’s my 72 birthday today, and I decided to do a bit more than my usual. I suppose I could of mentioned the few strands of white that now crown my head, but chose instead to reach back in memory for these particular images, from lives already lived.
Image is a photograph taken in my sister’s backyard. She came over, with her husband and son, yesterday to celebrate. Bringing lunch and carrot cake (my favorite), and a hand sewn, over the shoulder bag, made from a very old pair of denim jeans, decorated in colorful yarn, with sequins. It has both an inside and outside pocket and I love it.
The poem is posted at Waiting on Words 9: Word for day nine is White.
Happy Birthday, dear Elizabeth. I love your poem, especially that you end it with personal power. May your day bring you joy. ❤
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love the 13 impressions – not least the sheets on the line and the very evocative Easter gloves
many Happy Returns Elizabeth –
Happy Happy Elizabeth…Loved your write of 13 ways to look at white…thirteen being the number of the coven. Thirteen sisters, all white, thirteen lives so different than thirteen other sisters.
A wonderful poem, my friend. I am glad you had a lovely birthday and were properly celebrated.
Happy birthday wishes to a new friend! I love your “13 Ways of Looking At White.” All so beautiful and descriptive.
Happy birthday,, my friend. I love this poem. Clever.