The Poetic, Day 4 (Part 1)

Its a challenge,

issued from me to me

let’s not see what Webster says,

we dare not look to a boxed, canned definition of this of all things, though many do and that’s fine too,

it is the first cousin of freedom,

that’s enough for now,


we’ll open the window to the soul and listen for how the heart defines it, what it says

 how it shapes,

with blood, and those pulsing veins, with bone and marrow tacked on too

and flesh, the skin, the cover

the words, they walk out like happy preschool

little ones at recess filled with  pregnant wonder of  running free

oh how they will run when the heavy school door opens and out they go.

the words, they wait on you,

come play, and bring your finest whimsy with you,

come dance, bring your dancing shoes,

we will breathe and I will wait

I will wait  and we will  pause


And understanding, heart and mind

and art , they will collide

down the playground slide

one atop another

into a heap of joy- squeeling, happy, word joy

they land, so soft.

And at the bottom

they are there

the words.

pick them up, dust them off,

and glean the poetic from the pile,

of words.

And if you find the thrill too short, that slide it always is

then get in line,

and down you go,

flailing, joy-filled down you go,

its at that bottom that you breathe,

and take a lingering look back up

at how you held your breath, and fully llived

whizzed right down

the short,


that was

the poem.

9 thoughts on “The Poetic, Day 4 (Part 1)

    1. Oh and Laura, I want more poetry in all of my days too. I want to hear and see and breathe in the poetic. View it all through the lense of poetry. It can be quiet different, indeed. And beautiful. Thanks for reading along during this series, its gift.

  1. Beautiful Elizabeth, darling…this might be my favorite of all your beauties. The unapologetic, delighting freedom…these tumbling joy words. Yes, this is poetry! The most gorgeous description of it I think I’ve ever read. So happy to be playing on the slide with you and these frolicking words!

    1. Ah, yes friend. Frolicking indeed. Love that you love the poetry. Love that you choose to pilgrim with me. There is a richness in the fellowship. Didn’t He wire us for that? Aren’t we intended for community. And in the beginning was the Word. Makes me tremble at the tenderness of it.

  2. Finest whimsy, indeed! Love your word play but most of all, I love your joy. It’s plain dripping from this post. And it is why I can’t stop smiling these days…because I have discovered poetry anew.

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