NaPoWriMo Day 3, 2020
Words whisper at inner ear,
like wind wandering
ceaselessly
through tall grasses.
Must lean in, become
stilled, or miss
their meaning
and lose my way.
Know from past
encounters, that most
wild things will cautiously
come closer.
For no other
reason
than simple
curiosity.
And so it begins.
Breathe in deeply,
hold, and then softly
exhale.
Elizabeth Crawford 4/3/2020
Note: Image is a photo I took at the bay shore, a small park I used to visit often.
Soul's Music 
Sensitive and beautiful! Perfect advice for these scary times: “Breathe in deeply, hold, and then softly exhale.”
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You have a strong start, Elizabeth. Words appreciate your gifts. Their curiosity is drawing them close to you. I’m happy to be in your company.
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Yes, breathing is essential for these times. Lovely writing, Elizabeth.
Love,
Pamela
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Ahhhh, I wrote a poem about inner listening today too. In fact two poems. It is a time for listening, for certain. I love the wild things creeping closer.
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Great perception, Elizabeth.
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