Saturday, May 21, 2011

May 21. Twenty-One Words.



Fear never burned
with disbelief like the mouse,
forced headfirst
into the wind,
flight without feather or faith
to catch himself.

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7 comments:

Tom said...

That would be a predicament...

Brian Miller said...

nice word play...yikes for the mouse...he never should have accepted that invitation to dinner..smiles.

S. Etole said...

the element of surprise ...

Magpie said...

What a unique way to say this! I love your words and one-of-a-kind way of seeing the world.

Craig and Bethany said...

Feather and faith, the new currency. May they conceive every antidote.

Lovely word play. Lovely, lovely.

More, please.

emily wierenga said...

oh, i agree with bethany.... more, please, poet-artist-friend. you know, the more i read of you and bethany, the more i long to meet you both. such incredible women, you two.

Sreedhar Jeshurun said...

Hi Greetings!

I came across your blog while “blog surfing” using the Next Blog button located at the top of my blogspot.com I frequently visit other blogs encouraging the various, creative ways in which people express themselves. Thanks for sharing.

Love of God is greater than the stormy rain!

Kingdom Blessings!