Intuition, the path of associations. Like the crumbs along the way that can nurture a hungry weary traveler. I find it strongest in the process of writing poetry. I have been visiting sites that offer poetry prompts, and can not leave them before that small quiet voice begins to whisper in my ear, “Here, start with this/these words, then just follow.” Have decided that I need a place to bring those whispered words to full sunlight, and this one seems the best.
You remind me of me, squat and round, resting on brick wall,
mortared by my own making. Beauty that once might
have been, now tarnished by age and long usage. Yet,
holding another beauty within: waters of life
that with a deft touch, spill out to feed, to flourish
whatever is within reach. So too, I hold within a flow
of words that once unleashed, tell my story.
Elizabeth Crawford 8/8/10
for Mag Tales prompt: Mag 26