Looking Back
Stepping Stones
Photograph
by
Elizabeth Crawford
Words used to be my friends.
Followed them eagerly
like stepping stones.
But left them behind
a while ago,
walked away, didn’t look back.
Sometimes they’d call out,
soft whispers, too easily
ignored.
Can’t explain, no rhyme
and certainly
no concrete reason.
For a while
tried chocolate
but that is only a taste.
Fleeting at best,
doesn’t last,
only begs for more.
So, here I am.
Back at this gate,
eyes downcast,
seeking forgiveness.
Elizabeth Crawford 4/1/2020
Notes: Poetry has always been both personal and damned good therapy, for me. Perhaps because my poetry has always been the Personal type. And therapy doesn’t do much good
unless it is truth filled. April, besides being my birthday month, is also National Poetry Writing Month. I’ve always thought that was a rather nice coincidence. Then have to remind myself that there are no coincidences here. It’s either real or it’s not. Writing a poem a day for thirty days is a rather daunting concept, especially under my present circumstances. Please pray for me…
Soul's Music 
Exquisite as always, Elizabeth. Happy NAPO!
Love,
Pammy
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This is wonderful. You’ve described what I feel when I’m away from writing for a long time. Your photo is beautiful and so perfect with this piece. Be safe, my friend.
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Glad to read your poem, Elizabeth. Do take care and stay safe. A very happy birth month to you.
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Elizabeth, it is wonderful to be reading you. I love how the words wait for us and are right there when we come back, ready to spill forth again. We two wild women will see what the Muse has to bring this month, shall we? I am looking forward to the journey. We have made so many together through the years.
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Strong work, my friend. I love this, and know our words forgive us. They are there when we are ready for them. Yours are shining through this piece, like bits of polished sea glass peering up from around your stepping stones.
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