a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Sunday, September 21, 2014

She Walks...

She walks
In the clear
To avoid
The muddy
Turbulence
That is
Her life

Never looking up
She strolls
Splashing
In tall boots
Pretending
This is real
Not the murky water

In this moment
She walks on rocks
Never disturbing
Silt nor mud
Nor secrets
And thinks
This is how it should be

17 comments:

Teresa Powell Coltrin said...

Perfect!

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Powerful and deep!

Lynne said...

You have this one, right on!

LindaG said...

Sounds good to me!

Berowne said...

In a word, fascinating...

A Quiet Corner said...

She respects others...what more could you want?...:)JP

Buttons said...

And thinks that's how it should be:) brilliant. Hug B

Saucy Kodz said...

Treading softly - very well done Gail
5 *****'s

Sandra said...

great job, fits the photo perfectly.

Kathe W. said...

nice take on this image!

McGuffy Ann Morris said...

I like this one. I can relate.

Truedessa said...

This was well crafted some deep thoughts here. In this moment she walks on rocks.

Susan Kane said...

The photo and the words---some thoughtful writing. Excellent.

Karen S. said...

Oh I liked this, ( I bet Tess likes and will relate too) and I think we were both somewhat on track in our thoughts. I felt the desire to add some extra photos as well!

Kutamun said...

Yes, she does rather seem to be gliding , doesnt she ?

Bekkie Sanchez said...

A lot of poetry this week has her walking on stones, Very cool it goes with the prompt..... I like your brevity and American Indian prayer.

Karishma Shetty said...

Very nice

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