Life Without Logic

Life Without Logic

Am a North Wisconsin Hillbilly
who writes poetry. Is that even
reasonable, let alone logical?

Grew up in a big/little town
where Sunday’s second service
was football, family, screaming
at the television as if players
whose names you knew, like
next door neighbors, could
hear instructions in how to do
what they already did best.

Saturdays were getting up
before dawn to go fishing
with Dad. Reeling in perch,
heavy on the line, from cold
Bay bottom. Heading home
in time for supper where we
told stories of the one that
got away, or those that didn’t.

The rest of the week was
Parochial School, dresses,
black leather buckled shoes,
and busy work that never
ended. Countless rules
told out by nuns in black
and white habits about how
girls should be, but seldom were.

Then marriage, children, moving
away to a seemingly distant city
and a life interrupted by anger,
violence, and isolation. The sin
of divorce and slow, slow dance
toward a Hermit’s existence.

A North Wisconsin Hillbilly Hermit
who really loves words and certain
music, she alone can hear. Talks to
dragons, and a Tiger named Pain.
Colors outside the lines, while
dancing with pen and ink doodles.
No, it isn’t logical, nor reasonable,
but can swear it is all real.

Elizabeth Crawford 4/20/2018

Notes: Really felt stumped by today’s word, almost deciding to just skip it. Then started thinking about how life can be, and often seems lacking in logic or reason. My own is a good example.

Image is a pen and ink line weaving doodle.

Poem is posted at Waiting On Words: word for day 20 is logical.

About 1sojournal

Loves words and language. Dances on paper to her own inner music. Loves to share and keeps several blogs to facilitate that. They can be found here:
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6 Responses to Life Without Logic

  1. Sherry Marr says:

    And what a fabulous poem it is! One of my favourites. I made that slow dance to solitude too, my friend. It is peaceful, and happier than pain.

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  2. Marianne says:

    Love this poem, Elizabeth. I can relate to so much of it! You managed to include “logical” most splendidly. I am where you were. I’m thinking of passing on logical. It has me stumped. 😉

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  3. bwarren says:

    I love you. For so many reasons. You are my push you pull me. Don’t know if you get that, but I imagine that you do. This poem. Thank you.

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  4. 1sojournal says:

    Thank you, Brenda, love you as well and hugs from the Hillbilly Hermit. You have been doing the same exact thing for me. I think we are even, lol…



  5. annell4 says:

    Of course it is not, and yet you are willing to stand and bare your soul to us all, logical or not. Open all the little cubby holds and show your stuff!!

    I love the part about fishing with your Dad. I think the first thing I read by you, was about fishing with your Dad. Loved it then and love it now. School days and growing up and getting married, losing the dream, no “happily ever after.” “It’s complicated….” And it is not logical, it’s life.

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  6. Pamela says:

    This word buggered me as well. But, you did a wonderful job with it. Nice write.



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