Poems
-
Current Posts
Archives
- "If reincarnation is a fact At Fifty Bear Seasons Canto Down Beneath The Roots of Things Finding Home giving birth Haiku Conversation Here But For Me There Be Dragons In a Blink In The Beginning Intro and Title Poem looking back Lost Mandala Meditation Music and Memory Not My Usual Whatever Overheard Point of View Reflection silence Standing In The Gap The Fool Begins The Other I Am This Poem Threads Topsy-Turvy Tori Amos Uncategorized Winning Word Play
el.crawford@yahoo.com
Writing about writing and poetry
Tag Archives: words
Early Morning Mist
In the early morning mista wisp of dream appearswith only the faintest wishto imprint itself on the stillsleeping dreamer. Elizabeth Crawford 6/3/2021 Note: Image is one of my designs, created years ago, but only colored recently. When I was finished, … Continue reading
Colors and Lines
She remembers a time, without time, when her world was made of words and color, lines and curves like stars that lightened whatever darkness might occur. A time when her mind and heart were filled with the wonder of just … Continue reading
Dance With Words
For years now she has danced with the words. Let them lead her into worlds of music, nature, and wild things. They have nurtured her soul, allowing a wholeness she never dreamed could even be possible. Feeding both head and … Continue reading
Becoming
She looks back. Can still see that shy, frightened girl standing half-hidden at the entrance to shadowy cave of existence. All her fears a burden she carries within, whispers, unnamed but never truly silent. How could she speak when she … Continue reading
The Dragon Slayer
Sometime, of an evening, she would think of younger days, of a long ago time when she journeyed alone, and all the people she’d met. How they’d helped her to learn what was really important, and how to hone, then … Continue reading
Posted in The Dragon Slayer
Tagged campfire, dragon slayer, enhancing, journey, sword, words, younger
2 Comments
One Voice
This is the song of one small bird, finally set free after seemingly years in captivity. Instinctively knowing to spread her wings, becoming one with wind which upholds her. These are the words of one voice, winging its way through … Continue reading
I Continue
NaPoWriMo 2020: Day 16 Used to call myself a sister to trees, and a maker of stones. Creating my home from inked words carved onto white paper. What used to be such an easy flow, has now become a fitful … Continue reading
Courting the Wind
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 … Continue reading
Looking Back
Looking Back Words used to be my friends. Followed them eagerly like stepping stones. But left them behind a while ago, walked away, didn’t look back. Sometimes they’d call out, soft whispers, too easily ignored. Can’t explain, no rhyme and … Continue reading
To Be or Not To Be Buoyant,
NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 26 To Be or Not To Be Buoyant Definitely feel a lack of commitment to this written obligation I have tethered myself to. Would far rather be out, down by mouth of the river watching Pelicans … Continue reading
Soul's Music 