This Day

How I long for a tree-lined path
and a familiar shaggy four-legged companion
to shadow my less than steady footsteps.

The smell of evergreens and the chuckle
of running water as it smooths stones
that would stand in its way.

The anticipation of surprise at what
lies beyond the next bend, the heat of
sunlight too long withheld from surface of story.

Memory saved is good, but not as pleasant
as reality stored in fresh moments, collected
because I always knew, this day would come.

This day that tells me some things are now
behind me, forever past, nonredeemable
and only to be accepted with grace and gratitude.

On this day.

Elizabeth Crawford  11/18/2018

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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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5 Responses to This Day

  1. Hello, my friend, so nice to see you posting. It must be a significant loss, loving nature as you do, to not be able to get out into it often, or at all. I am still able to, but pay a penalty the next day, as I am today for yesterday’s beach walk. I wish I could magically whisk you to the shore, or along a forest trail. WITH your beautiful and beloved dog. What a beauty he was! Sigh. It is hard to say goodbye to being in nature. I admire your grace and gratitude in being able to do so so graciously. I think I would – and will one of these days – moan and complain.

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  2. 1sojournal says:

    Thank you, my friend. Words have been so hard to come by of late. It’s been seven months since I awoke with this swollen foot and leg and no change. Had a doctor’s visit on Thursday and got a real shock. Haven’t been able to get a shoe on this foot all this time, but the cold did me in. Came home and went to bed. And slept for several hours. Got up knowing I won’t be doing that again any time soon. Have made a few stabs at writing something over the last few months but found myself incoherent. Then today, on the spur of the moment, I went to Poets United and found your wonderful photos. And was captured by the first one: the beginning of the trail with a dog waiting. And suddenly the words started. Had to write it and did. Thank you my friend for your inspiration and your steadfastness.



  3. thotpurge says:

    To be able to accept with grace and gratitude is a blessing… so glad to see you writing again! Sending good wishes your way….

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  4. 1sojournal says:

    Thank you, Rajani. I keep coming back here to make sure its still here and I actually did it. It has been way too long. I have known for most of my life that the day would come when I would no longer be able to physically do certain things. There is grace in that knowing and gratitude to the woman who set out to give me a store of memories that would soften that time. Although I haven’t been writing, I have been creating images. Creativity is so important to hang onto…



  5. thotpurge says:

    That is such a valuable lesson on how to live and accept life with all its ups and downs. Thank you Elizabeth.


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