Have been missing in action,
losing time, perhaps potential,
maybe even future victory.
Evidence may be found in bare
white pages, lacking all words
rolling off tongue, pen, or keyboard.
Guess I decided to become another
entity, fill my world with color
rather than written definitions.
Saturate air with another language,
ease my world away from hate-filled
rhetoric and name-calling derision.
Point it toward a different harmony,
and in that process create a different
type of poetry. One that speaks
neither to head nor heart,
to the soul.
Elizabeth Crawford 12/1/2018
Posted at The Sunday Whirl: #380
Words: missing, bare, with, me, rolling, losing,
potential, entity, evidence, victory, decide, air
Also posted at Poets United: Poetry Pantry 431
Note: I have created a separate post on another blog which illustrates and somewhat explains the meaning of this post. It can be found here: