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

Sunday, September 20, 2015

Using The Words



Birthed face down was a miracle in itself
But a strong heart beat in this tiny sprout
Far from shore a drizzle began
Turning the future into a ripe silhouette
While lines deepened on faces
That had traveled this path before

4 comments:

Susan Kane said...

What?! You're still on the computer?! Don't you have anything better to do?? Just teasing.

Sunday Whirl---must check that site out.

Lynne said...

Sounds like you whipped out another winner . . .
You are great at these . . .

Sandra said...

love the first line.. good job.

Plowing Through Life (Martha) said...

Wow, you certainly are good at this!

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