I don't know where I'm going,
but I fling myself there.
Feet crusted and dirty,
my body so tired
if I stand still I will melt
softly into the dead grass.
I'm terrified of transition--
but the glistening teeth
of the stagnant beast
slice lazily at listless feet.
Faced with the impossible task
of standing still
I bare my fragile heart
and fly.
This is my entry for One Shot Wednesday. Click here to see others.
but I fling myself there.
Feet crusted and dirty,
my body so tired
if I stand still I will melt
softly into the dead grass.
I'm terrified of transition--
but the glistening teeth
of the stagnant beast
slice lazily at listless feet.
Faced with the impossible task
of standing still
I bare my fragile heart
and fly.
This is my entry for One Shot Wednesday. Click here to see others.
Beautiful photograph and song.
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I am seeing herons all over the blogosphere the past few days, mine included! I'm liking it!
ReplyDeleteWow! I love your words. Wonderfully done!
ReplyDelete"I don't know where I'm going,
but I fling myself there."
Beautiful.
Now, this photograph and a poem are tough competition. I think I'll stick with a photo and a bit of simple prose. Good work.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful post! That photo is amazing too.
ReplyDeleteMakes me ache, Lizzi.
ReplyDeleteOoh...this one is very deep. Very nicely done. When does the book get published?
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