April PAD Challenge: Day 28

Notes On Memory

Wrap memories around you, like a hard turtle’s shell. They will defend against sharp crack of loneliness. Keep you warm in coldest of winters, and become coolest breath of hot summer breeze drying tears of sorrow.

Listen to their whispered stories, reminding you of other times, places, and people. The sound of shared laughter, gentle touch of caring hands, a soft lullaby to drift  you into slumber.

They can remind you that life is worth living, moments of bubbling joy, scent of fresh lilacs, and taste of hot buttered cinnamon toast. Let them be the treasure you cherish, hoarded away where no one may trespass.

Even the dark ones have value, bringing lessons to be learned, a better way, a smoother path on which to walk, and offer solutions to misguided notions, or ideas that never really rang true.

Keep in mind that no moment is ever truly lost, completely erased, or forgotten. It simply waits somewhere inside, longing to be found, resolved, heard by a sensitive ear, given breath, remembered.

Elizabeth Crawford  4/28/2017

Notes: Image is a pen and ink line weave drawing, digitally altered by flood affect.

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April PAD Challenge: Day 27

Overview

A crack becomes a gap

in time

becomes a canyon

which fills with melt and rain

to become a river

flowing ever lower

seeking level ground

where it becomes a pool

in time

a pond, then a lake

where life is fed

and flourishes

in time.

Elizabeth Crawford  4/27/2017

Notes: Inspiration came from a reflection on the phrase degrees of separation. Image is an accidental photograph taken while at a nearby park trying to capture the myriad patterns created by spring flow.

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April PAD Challenge: Day 26

Choices

There are those who, in a surreal
sort of manner, would postulate
that if one should ever come
face to face with self, those two
selves would instantly disappear,
become forever non-existent,
negating past, present, and all
future possibilities.

Yet, self-awareness calls us to dig
deep, find our self, that one from
the past. Bring that self face to face
with the present moment, and begin
the only conversation we might
ever have, concerning any, and all,
future possibilities.

Elizabeth Crawford 4/26/2017

Posting to Poets United: Poetry Pantry #353  5/14/2017
http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/

Notes: Image is a photograph taken at a local park. Musical inspiration is Sarah McLachlan, singing Bring on the Wonder.

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April PAD Challenge: Day 25

Card 87, Gallery 2

Running Low

Like a runner
seeing the finish line
unconsciously slows down,
I feel the heaviness
in my limbs, the desire
to be done with this madness
of endless words, day after day.

And like that same runner,
pull air deep into tired lungs
pushing myself forward
toward completion.

Elizabeth Crawford  4/25/2017

Notes: Image is from The Soul Cards,  which were created by Deborah Koff-Chapin, and her site may be found here:  http://www.touchdrawing.com/

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April PAD Challenge: Day 24

Unity

something about a grain of sand
and how the part is a manifestation of the whole

___Thotpurge

Grain of Sand

I see the pity in your eyes
when you find me here
always in these rooms
alone in a world, I seldom
enter.

Joke about being a Hermit
and, although you smile,
it is softly thinned by nodding
glint of darkness and
disapproval.

You are aware of the gap
and curvature at base of spine
that continues to shorten
my stature, while slowing gait
of others who walk alongside.

Yet, I accept that you don’t
understand, how easily I slip
into this chair, type a few words
and am instantly in touch
with a world beyond your ken.

Because my ‘friends’ are people
who love words, I have tasted
exotic spices of India, smelled
pale orange roses of Australia,
and walked the beaches
of British Columbia with a wild
black wolf, at my side.

You shake your head sadly, say,
“You need to get out.” And never
know how, each day, I travel
further than you have ever dreamed
of being.

Elizabeth Crawford  4/24/2017

Notes: Inspiration for today comes from Thotpurge and her often breathtaking poetry that sends my mind on scavenger hunts. When I read the above lines (from her poem Unfaithful Eyes), these words started whispering through my head and refused to be denied. I can only thank her for that. Her wonderful and often thought provoking poems and conversations may be found here:

https://thotpurge.wordpress.com

Image is a Marc Bove design which I colored with fine art pens in India Ink. It most often reminds me of how we have a tendency to fence in our word through shortsightedness. Marc’s designs can be found by clicking on the Mandala Gallery listed just below my banner.

 

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April PAD Challenge: Day 23

For The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #296
http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com

split, strip, row, key, lethal, deck,
hollow, thrum, court, stay, fight, glass

For Sunday’s Whirligig: Wordle #108
http://sundayswhirligig.blogspot.com/

soft, blind, peacetime, moons, candy, bastards,
lilting, maidens, rots, buggers, seldom, midnight

For Poets United: Poetry Pantry #350
http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/

Current News

Bastard politicians bugger the truth
and in a split second, words are hollow,
stripped of meaning. Become lethal weapons
thrumming with a blind desire for fight
to the death of any peacetime that might
have been.

While under blighted midnight moon, others
line up in row on deck, to throw rotten candy
at lilting maidens who softly croon of justice,
seldom found in cracked-glass court of law.
Begging for stay of execution from guilty, but
grinning, orange-faced warden fumbling his keys.

Elizabeth Crawford  4/23/2017

Notes: Will admit that when I first saw the two word lists, side by side, I threw my hands in the air and decided there was no way to mesh them together. Tried a bit, but gave it up and took a nap. When I awoke, came here and began typing, using thoughts of this week’s news (misplaced Armada, and Bill O’Reilly being fired but receiving a year’s wages). In fifteen minutes had it all down and used all of the words.

Image is an Escher drawing titled Unraveling. Thought is was appropriate for both the process and the poet.

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April PAD Challenge: Day 22

Stepping Stones
Photograph
by
Elizabeth Crawford

Stepping Stones

Slowly wake from seemingly
long sleep. Shake head
trying to dislodge cobwebs
from rafters of mind.

Unintended hibernation.

Hard work of remembering,
trying to get back to where
it began. Endless unraveling
of blurred images.

Trying to find Normal.

Normal doesn’t exist. Empty
wish, like spring green grasses
whispering as they reach
to embrace weathered shack.

Still seeking home.

Elizabeth Crawford 4/22/2017

Notes: Sometimes the inspiration comes in a set of waking images. One leading to another, seemingly disconnected, but not. A stream of consciousness sort of experience. That is what happened this morning. The images came, but until I wrote them down, they didn’t connect. I like the result, and the structure they took. Image is a photo taken in my sister’s garden. Stepping stones have always intrigued me, reminding me that each step on our path is a choice we make. Music is Peter Gabriel’s, Solsbury Hill.

Love how he changes directions and the music simply continues.

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