NaPoWriMo 2020: Day 6
Within my redoubt
there stands
a mill.
Constantly churning
turning pages
both day and night.
It never stills,
filled with words,
lines, and other frills.
Keeps me busy
and unafraid
of that thing out there
that wants to kill me.
Elizabeth Crawford 4/6/2020
Notes: Image is a water color wash, over which I sketched a line weave doodle with pen and ink. Then took to the paint program and with one click, inverted the colors. I have never been able to decide which of the two I like best, lol.
The last line of this poem is a hats off to Lucille Clifton and her poem, “Come, Celebrate With Me”. There is another poem on this site titled “The Mill”.
Soul's Music 
I resonate! I am only a bit more solitary now than usual, with an actual resistance to going out the door. I have lots to keep me busy with in here. I do miss my walks though, and the beach. Stay indoors and stay safe, my friend. Who ever thought we’d be living through this on top of all the other things we have lived through?
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Fortunate that your mill keeps churning, Elizabeth! An excellent outlet, especially under our current circumstances. I, too, am just a bit more solitary than usual. The hardest part of this, for me, is missing my little granddaughters. They grow so fast and change so quickly.
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The entire last stanza reflects these days. Glad you are writing, my friend.
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Oh, this is good, Elizabeth. And definitely signature of our times.
Love,
Pamela
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