Stray Thought 8

That what if… butterfly
flutters through the heart
moving from sweetness to sweetness,
sucking it up through her feet
so it must filter through
her entire being
before she rises again

fluttering her way into the mind,
where she explodes
into a fiercely focused hawk,
keen eyes searching,
seeking that prize
which will satisfy
her hunger.

Elizabeth Crawford  11/8/2017

Posted to Micropoetry: November, 2017 
https://thotpurge.wordpress.com/2017/11/08/micropoetry-month-nov-2017-8/

 

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Stray Thought 7

“I agree,
curiosity is a very good thing,
but how does ‘what if…’ become
a butterfly of transformation,
a beacon, a shining star
that beckons you on,
allowing you to navigate
the deepening waters
of the rest of your life?”

Elizabeth Crawford  11/7/2017

Posted to Micropoetry: November 2017 
https://thotpurge.wordpress.com/2017/11/07/micropoetry-month-nov-2017-7/

 

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Stray Thought 6

 You make curiosity
sound like a bad,
maybe even dirty thing,
when in all reality,
throughout human history,
that ability to wonder
what might happen if…,
has been the greased propellant
that foreshadowed  forward movement.

Elizabeth Crawford  11/6/2017

Posted at Micropoetry: November 2017 
https://thotpurge.wordpress.com/2017/11/06/micropoetry-month-nov-2017-6/

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Stray Thought 5

“But, what of Choice?

You make it sound
like you were no more
than a dumb animal,
blindly following the carrot
dangling down
in front of you.”

Elizabeth Crawford  11/5/2017

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Stray Thought 4

So many things,
but way back there
at the beginning?

Curiosity.
Like that which killed
the cat, but kept calling
her back,
again and again,
or the sound of soft laughter
in my father’s voice,
a truck driver,
saying, “I’ve never been
down this road, I wonder
where it goes.”

Elizabeth Crawford  11/4/2017

Posted in Micropoetry: November 2017 
https://thotpurge.wordpress.com/2017/11/04/micropoetry-month-nov-2017-4/

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Stray Thought 3

“So, if not in search
of some ultimate peak
of perfection, some
accolade of accomplishment,
why would you even consider
what can only be defined
as a perilous, non-profitable, peripatetic path
to travel?”

Elizabeth Crawford  11/3/2017

Posted at Micropoetry: November 2017
https://thotpurge.wordpress.com/2017/11/03/micropoetry-month-nov-2017-3/

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Stray Thought 2

No.
To even consider sainthood
as a path would
eliminate the possibility.

Elizabeth Crawford 11/2/2017

Posted to Micropoetry Month: 2017
https://thotpurge.wordpress.com/2017/11/02/micropoetry-month-nov-2017-2/

 

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