I’ll take this gray rain
to wet a controlled burn
in my lungs that’s taken my
air and dropped me flat to
ground, scorched and raw.I’ll take this gray rain
to soften my jaw as
rounded shoulders hang
low, honoring the loss of
an old heart that held mine.I’ll take this gray rain
to smooth my brow,
while rising to meet coal
ash easing to sky blue,
never again like before.
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Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
Horse Advocate, Author, Speaker, Equine Pro
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(WordPress Photo Challenge is a weekly prompt to share a photo–I enjoy twisting these macro prompts to share our micro life here on the Colorado prairie. I take these photos with my phone, on my farm. No psych, definitely not high-tech.)
Love this photo. Just as pretty as the pretty ones!
Yup. Mud and rain can’t disguise them… Thanks, Lynell.
I love the right angle in this picture. And the poem, beautiful. The in between moments hold so much.
Thank you… I love the angle so much… inbetween…mud and all. Have a good day, Judy.
Quietly wearing my heart on my sleeve, the world dares to evolve back to green. I remain in the netherlands, looking for a heart disappeared in the fog, unwilling to return.
Keep breathing, Lorri. Beautiful words.
Excellent all around!
Thank you!