Monday, June 22, 2009

Cattails in the wind

A predictable sequence of events
Were often asked to walk this line...
...well in the direction it is going,
of course.

This line is drawn
with much resistance and disappointment,
as we are governed by the cyclicality of our inescapable

It is often the humanness subconsciously
guiding us to cry to nature and wonder
by rivers that overflow with confusion.
Many measure the length of our strait legs,
while others notice the strait cattails bending in the wind

Inspired by "line", a prompt on Weekend Wordsmith

Photo by donsutherland1 on

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Blue sprouts

Humidity lurks at the surface
of thirsty pupils and suddenly


when blue buds
magically sprout

and then shoot
towards the powder blue sky

as magic dust does
from fairy wands

when a fairy demands romance
in a thunderstorm

Image by Peggy Collins at