NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 24
In Nest of Memory
Memories, like bits of stone, leaves,
and twigs sometimes wrestle
to find a permanent place
in which to nestle.
Each owning a definitive face
separate from one another, yet all seeking
nurture from same, often exhausted
and harried mother.
Who, of an evening after settling
down, sings them a song
learned long ago, when she was no
more than a fledgling.
Elizabeth Crawford 4/24/2019
Process Notes: No more than bread crumbs stolen by a nest of fledglings seeking nurture. Having been away from any regular writing, I forgot how conceiving and making words knocks hard on the door of memory. The image is a pen and ink doodle with charcoal pencil shading, that was put through the kaleidoscope app. It always reminds me of a nest. Which was only the beginning. The nest then morphed into memories that, like baby birds fighting to get whatever nurture mother brings, then suggested the mother bird singing to settle them down. The song, by Sarah McLachlan, has been humming to me for days. Memories can easily fall through the cracks of a life lived at its surface. Pushing them down, or away, only means they will rise again and demand our attention. And writing will do that more quickly than any other activity I have ever engaged in. And yes, this is an interactive poem, incorporating many of the things I have encountered while doing this current NaPoWriMo. And is also suggesting a brief (hopefully) addition to that book I was putting together before deciding to do this daily writing.