- Little One, yezterday you zaid that you had a partner in crime? Doez that mean
that you have been doing zsomezing illegal? I know that it haz been zome amount
of time zinse we have zpoken, zshould I be worried?
“Oh Heth, no. It’s just a figure of speech. It simply means that we are working
together, helping each other, to get through this difficult month
of writing a poem a day. Something, I think, only people who might be
a bit insane would attempt to do.”
And doez that mean, you think you might be crazzzy?
After a soft bit of laughter, “Well, that answer would be both yes, and no. It’s
a lot of work and time, and no one gets paid a salary for doing this. It is done
by anyone who loves poetry and the writing of it. And seeing as I have been
doing just that for well over half of my life, I am one of those people. And, by
the way, there are definitely others who would adamantly say I must be a bit
crazy for writing it at all.”
Again, I do not underztand. You do it well, and have even been given, how to zssay,
awards for your ability. Why would anyone think that might mean you are mentally
unbalanszed for doing this thing you are good at?
After a bit more laughter, “Because there are people who perhaps think that poetry
is a foreign language? Don’t begin to understand it or even the reasons why someone,
like me, would be involved with it at all. They don’t find any personal value in such
things, and rather than try to understand, they assign a negative value to it, and
simply walk away. And that might be one of the biggest and best reasons
I do this crazy thing every year.”
“For a thousand different reasons. Poetry, when I started, seemed to bring me to life. Gave
me a voice, that others could hear and possibly grow from that experience. Believe it,
or not, I used to be one of those people who thought that poetry was a closed-up
cloister, to which I could and never would find admittance. But once I was offered that
key, and entered that closed door, I found a solid rock on which to build the rest
of my existence. So, if my words, simple as they are, might awaken another
to other possibilities, I will continue to do it, for as long as I am able.”
Oh, Little One, that attitude iz the very reaszon why we dragonz have named you,
Elizabeth Crawford 4/27/2021
Note: Image is a free coloring page, I found, years ago, on the Internet. It didn’t specify who the Artist might be, so I don’t have that information to offer. It was done in simple black and white. Months ago, when I decided to haul out my coloring pens and get into that activity again, this image came up, and I decided it would be the best place for me to
begin. Heth is the dragon who occupies my rather active imagination. She is bright red,
and in any small light, her scales flash a golden sparkle. Her given name is
Marananthaheth, but I call her Heth, because she told me that single breathed
out syllable means all things dragon.
The dragons were an outgrowth of the Personal Mythology I created in my late thirties. The beginnings of that particular adventure may be found on my prose site: https://1sojournal.wordpress.com/2008/12/13/a-tiger-named-pain/
And if you are at all interested in the subject of “Dragons”, you can simply type the word
Dragons into the search engine listed above, as well as the one on my prose site. I’ve done a bit of writing on the subject matter.