grain heads bow cowering from the wind but I lean into it not wanting to turn away from Your breath my heart bends low while face uplifted to Your furious gale through the blowing chaff I inhale Your voice gone out… Read on blog or Reader Wrestling Word Read on blog or Reader Your breath By wrestlingwordblog on August 23, 2024 grain heads bow cowering from the wind but I lean into it not wanting to turn away from Your breath my heart bends low while face uplifted to Your furious gale through the blowing chaff I inhale Your voice gone out Let there be This poem was written with gratitude to the prompt from dVerse, Quadrille Monday #206 — Around the Bend, in which we were directed to pen a poem of precisely 44 words (not counting the title), including some form of the word bend. Photo, Oklahoma Wheat in the Wind, by George Thomas https://flic.kr/p/4U6YdV Comment Like You can also reply to this email to leave a comment.

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