This is just poetry. It won't save you, but it may locate you so that a rescue party can be sent out. — Dean Blehert

Sunday, February 1, 2009


Wind slams the screen door--
must have had a bad day
puffing to bend down tall grass
that kept standing up again.

Note: I missed a chance for a better title. Suppose I had the wind in a bad mood because of attempts all day to disrupt overly gelled and conditioned hairdos that resisted being wind-mussed. Frustrating! I could have called it BAD HAIR DAY. But whole fields of rebellious grass, refusing to remain bowed down , will do. No wonder we have hurricanes that rip out whole trees. The wind has to work off all that frustration.

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1 comment:

Rose De Dan, Wild Reiki and Shamanic Healing LLC said...

Hi Dean, I loved this imagery! I have added you to my blogroll, and signed on as a follower, keep 'em coming!

Rose De Dan