For The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #133
And Poets United: Poetry Pantry #174
Winds of Rebellion
Like invisible wind wending through
tall prairie grass impulse to rebel
can hit human psyche. Attempting to bend
will, make it kneel, to whisperings
of strange variety and rhythms.
Could begin as distant call to change
or might emit precise clench-fisted demand
that white picket fence of rigid self-rule be ended,
begging new creation.
Best to remember, like that whirling prairie wind,
rebellion might sing, dance, whimper or moan.
But, whichever form it chooses, seeks only
to be acknowledged.
Elizabeth Crawford 11/3/2013
Notes: First image is a digital painting done my myself with some added weather from a friend. Second image is a photo taken last year.