Old But New

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 27

Old But New

At seemingly advanced age
it is more than a bit hopeful
to know one can still
be anchored in throes
of constantly discovering
what one is in process
of becoming.

Can feel feathers of truth
gathered over time
slide in place like silken
gloves eager to find
more of their kind
to easily carry life further
than it has ever been.

And rich moist soil of a mind
reaching for light that means living,
one moment at a time.
More than willing to expand,
yet stands firm in owned beliefs,
while still eager to accept nurture
found in apples offered
by laughing dragons, and sometimes
even strangers.

Elizabeth Crawford 4/27/2019

Process Notes: Am beginning to feel the drain of writing a poem a day. As has become my present process, I went to my media file to find an image. However, the only one that even pulled at my attention was this one.

I had already been coloring for a while, using Mandalas for that activity, when a friend sent me a pack of new pens and a set of very different coloring images, created by a man sitting with his child through a long hospital stay and making something that might hold his child’s attention. This image strongly attracted me and I tried to use as many of my new coloring pens as possible. I titled it “Self-Portrait”, because it brought up so many memories from my childhood, and not necessarily good ones.

I wanted to make something else from it today. A different self-portrait that has to do with me now. And almost gave up at the very idea. But, Heth stepped in and said, “Little one, look at it with that other eye you szpoke of not long ago. Szee it sztanding alone, new and different.” Then moved away barely able to hide her smirking grin. And the words started coming. Slowly, but with some knowing of where they were going.

One can only be grateful for one’s dragon, even when she delights in feeding you your own words. https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2019/04/15/half-way/

About 1sojournal

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7 Responses to Old But New

  1. I love “to easily carry life further than it has ever been.” What a cool way to look at aging. Such a privilege to have gotten this far, right, my friend? I love the apples offered by laughing dragons. For me, it is wolf-smiles. They get me every time. Good for you, doing NaPoWriMo. I did most days, may have skipped a couple. I didnt set out to do it but, somehow, it got done. Smiles.

    Oh, but Sherry, isn’t that the way most things get done? And yes, it is a privilege to come this far and still feel viable on many levels. Doing NaPo has energized me on some levels, while tiring me on others. There’s always a price to be paid. Getting back on the drawing board (sort of speak), feels good on so many levels. And I do understand about the wolf smiles. I decided to use my own media files for NaPo this year. And each day I go to the file and find MacArthur’s photo and feel his warmth. It encourages me like nothing else can.


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  2. neil reid says:

    Elizabeth, something of You is moving in this poem. I can feel it like a fingertip on the page. I admire that quality of “moving” using only words. and your process notes are amusing to read.

    Me too, feeling what-am-I-doing-here? thus my postcard poem, hardly a poem at all in a way, taken off the side of the jar! maybe now, finally, is the part of most resistance, when learning can happen the most? surely glad for your companionship.

    As am I for your presence here, Neil. I go through the what-am-I-doing-here? thingie almost everyday. Don’t judge your poem, if it speaks to only one other person, it has served its purpose. And if it speaks to no one, it has still done the same by allowing you to reach out, to try, and to accomplish its making. And that my friend is healing where learning can and does happen. Thanks Neil, you always make me think.



  3. neil reid says:

    ASIDE. go check the Charlotte Ash poem, Hiraeth. humbling brevity (and thus my last basically one line poem). let me know if you need her link.

    Yes, I need the link. Sherry wrote to a very interesting prompt today. A two line poem, using an image that paints a very different picture. Been thinking about that one all day. And your comment only pulls that idea deeper. Thanks again,



  4. Marianne says:

    “Feathers of truth” is wonderful! I also love “apples offered by laughing dragons.” Only 3 more days/poems to go. A part of me will miss writing every day, but only a very small part…

    Thanks, Marianne. Feathers are a symbol for truth. Light enough to float on any passing breeze, yet strong enough to carry a life to whatever destination it seeks. And the apples come from a long ago poem about how I have always been scolded for being so very different from my siblings. And Napo has certainly revived my love of words, and writing, whether poetry or prose. It’s given me several ideas for things I still want to accomplish. And may even attempt to do just that. I will however, miss your daily presence.



  5. Pamela says:

    Elizabeth, Love this poem and the last stanza has so much truth in it.
    I am so glad that you decided to venture out with us on this poeming journey.


    Thanks Pamela, and I am both glad and grateful to have been invited to join you. It has really reignited my love affair with words and meaning. Had no real concept of just how much I’d been missing. Not just the making of poems, but the give and take with others who love this journey as much as I do. I’m so glad you found value in the poem.



  6. Pamela says:

    *the last stanza* sorry


  7. Love your art work as always. The tone of this poem really touched me. Can’t put it into words.

    Hello Sara, and don’t worry about it. After this much poetry, I find commenting more and more difficult. Just glad it “touched” you on some level. It surprised me in some ways because I realized it was true. I do have thoughts about what I might still become. And that feels just plain good.



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