Wordplay #11

 

Wordplay #11  Kagu

ka-gu> a large grayish flightless bird. Native to New Caledonia.

When muse refuses to whisper
her wisdom, find myself feeling
like the kagu, glued to ground
unable to fly from grayed
existence.

Elizabeth Crawford 5/12/11

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Loves words and language. Dances on paper to her own inner music. Loves to share and keeps several blogs to facilitate that. They can be found here: https://1sojournal.wordpress.com/ http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/ http://claudetteellinger.wordpress.com/
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8 Responses to Wordplay #11

  1. Oh yes, I relate:)

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  2. Sometimes it is all grey, but in the silence, we begin to see the beauty of the kagu, perhaps in her way, she is the muse?

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  3. Tilly Bud says:

    I get days like that 😦

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  4. That flightless bird, a perfect analogy for the absence of the muse. And then the flightless bird becomes a poem in herself. Loved this! Amy
    This one is about the process as well:
    http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/05/12/quandary/

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  5. 1sojournal says:

    Thank you Amy. I know these words are quite unusual, and far from common. But, along with looking for new words, I am also seeking ones that lend themselves to the issues and realitites of a writing existence. This bird sort of pecked me right on the nose, as soon as I found her.

    Elizabeth

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