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Headlong

What storm is this that we bare
our vulnerable throats
dare the lightning strike

Muir-like, ride the winds
upon the back of a bent and submitting Spruce

What storm is this that we splinter ourselves
into a million shards, cast to the callous winds?

© Jilly's June 5, 2017 All Rights Reserved

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A wild soul writing poetry & fiction while teaching high school literature, all with a camera in tow.

37 thoughts on “Headlong

  1. Oh, Jilly. There is just so much strong, gorgeous imagery here. I love this, especially:
    “What storm is this that we splinter ourselves
    into a million shards”

    Your word choices are perfect.

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  2. We do submit ourselves to unknowable storms in life. ” What storm is this that we splinter ourselves into a million shards, cast to the callous winds?” I felt your words. Wonderfully written! ❤

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