25 August
filtering the pieces out
she rides the train south
it's not always easy to keep fierce
enough she cries out
of the bitterness
and steps into the gusting of a warm spring day
Walking wild
Sun rising of a morning.... It was so pretty Sunday morning I stepped out back to take a picture. Sometimes it’s all bright orange, red, and pink and other times It’s just sort of a beautiful brightness rising up over this little town that I live in. ~ ~ ~ Pictorial Tuesday . Our world Tuesday . Image-in-ing Nature Notes Take time on Tuesday My corner of the world You are invited to the Inlinkz link party! Click here to enter
I have a feeling that the warm spring day will dissipate her fierceness. What do you think?
ReplyDeleteShe's in control...!
ReplyDeleteI love this poem.
ReplyDeleteVery pretty poem.
ReplyDeletePamela
I love the idea that 'it's not always easy to keep fierce' How true. Lovely poem!
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful choosing of words!
ReplyDeleteI am immersed in deep winter right now, so it is a wonderful thought
"the gusting of a warm spring day"
You create so beautiful poems, aspiritofsimplicity.
I do not know why, but somehow, this one brought to mind Emily Dickinson's "A route of evanescence".
Thank you!
Od Liam
Very nice!
ReplyDeleteThose steps in the right direction are so positive.
ReplyDeleteWell contructed and expressive. Very well done!
ReplyDeleteOh yeah, this is wonderful!
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Lovely transition of moods in this. Nice use of the words.
ReplyDeleteOh My, this is especially good.
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