When this feisty wind blows, how is it?
Will our bonds fall? Our stays loosen?
Will our breath slow? Our fists open?
For sure, our bonds will not fall, nor stays loosen,
nor our breath will slow, nor fists will open.
We must pitch our tent then, tied and tethered?
We must build our base then, trussed and trammelled?
Ah, but unpinioned thought will out and grasp the gale,
shaking the land-lashed by the ears,
unleashing us, in all honesty, blow by whipping blow.
love the “roll” of this Julia.
recipe: a high wind all night and a mug of fresh ground coffee at breakfast time – voom!
It’s another one of your enigmatic pieces that I like but can’t quite work out why. I guess it doesn’t matter, does it?
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If you like, have another slice. It blew in with the wind yesterday – I guess energy is important in some pieces.
It just kicked Big Foot down the pecking order though. I must have caught a mood.
Nope Big Foot rules as far as I’m concerned
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great, great…my favorite lines were feisty wind and unpinioned thought
ha ha, thank you for your visit this evening. when I saw your comment I had to read this again to find out what it was. Do you ever write things and forget what you wrote?
do I ever not? 🙂