Wednesday, June 4, 2014


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A tumbleweed rolling through the streets in June,
holding hands with the sand clouds and crisp, yellow leaves,
on a day like any other - school, work, shop, cook –
that she felt the slow-releasing of recognising and acknowledging
the tendril of a spirit, once embedded now is freed,
as the tumbleweed has grabbed it in its thorns and is releasing
a long-standing hold that is...... just............ old..................


  1. the tumble weed blows where ever the wind goes....and while it is freedom, it is still dependent on the wind...lovely imagery to open...there is a sense of a new freedom in the releasing...

  2. True unentangled freedom! This feeling always lasts for a glimpse but it is always worth it, no matter what!

  3. Freedom and dependence...sometimes that goes hand in hand!
    Shadow!! I'm sure glad you stopped by to pay me a visit. It's been a long time. How have you been?

    And, as you already know, I never tire of your writing talent!! You always paint a picture in words.

  4. Such stunning imagery here! When are you going to do a book of poetry?!

  5. I love the notion of a tumbleweed holding hands with the sand clouds...such wonderful imagery here. Tumbleweeds can represent so many things...freedom... being have captured that here. Lovely writing Shadow. :-)

  6. I can't wait to hear what happens next!

  7. As I age towards youth all of the old falls away and even no tumbleweeds need carry me.

  8. hello shadow its dennis the vizsla dog hay we hav got tumbelweeds heer sumtimes and this is eksaktly wot they do they sit their for a wile then let go and roll arownd and end up far frum ware they started!!! go tumbelweeds go!!! ok bye