Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Birdsong Changes with the Landscape

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.

7 comments:

  1. Beautiful photograph and song.
    Costas

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  2. I am seeing herons all over the blogosphere the past few days, mine included! I'm liking it!

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  3. Wow! I love your words. Wonderfully done!
    "I don't know where I'm going,
    but I fling myself there."
    Beautiful.

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  4. 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.

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  5. What a wonderful post! That photo is amazing too.

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  6. Ooh...this one is very deep. Very nicely done. When does the book get published?

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