She tried, she tried to leave the ground
But her tethers were just too profound.
Her wings of gossamer now thread bare
Had lost all shape and begun to tear.
No hope had she that she could fly
No more than the birds above would let her up into the sky.
Her head bleeding her body splinting
She had no hope left, she was a lamb duck sitting.
Hope and faith had waved goodbye
They had left her out there to die.
And yet she yearned to fly to join the birds up in the sky.
If she could only escape the bindweed and fly.
willowdot21 
Jul 15, 2013 @ 00:03:34
Here’s a morbid thought. —- Round up. Soak the bindweed in glyphosate wash it in dioxins from agent Orange — let the bindweed farmers get prostate cancer as it is gender specific and merely walk away. Stroll. Amble. Hike. Flying is not necessary. —- Bear —- I send you prayers for good judgement and courage on blue smoke
Jul 15, 2013 @ 08:55:09
Wooa!! That is swift and harsh srift there must be a gentler road. I look forward to seeing your blue smoke of wisdom 😉 cc
Jul 15, 2013 @ 13:35:45
Yes, of course there is a gentle road. Just trying to bump that depression aside with a bit of absurdity. Sometimes a little anger helps. Just enough get through a bad place.——– The Blue smoke is cedar, it is a messaging medium. Other smokes work also, it has to do with intent. Good judgment and courage which you are naturally inclined to anyway.
Jul 15, 2013 @ 14:54:14
I have always preferred the gentle route. Though often it has turned out not to be the easiest of ways to go. I appreciate your well intentioned smoke I love the smell of Cedar wood. Thank you again.
Jul 15, 2013 @ 16:10:21
That is your natural, inborn good judgment. I am sorry to have shocked you with my violent images of setting you free. I fear passion frustrated morphing into self-harm. I have seen this evolution even into death. Please be at least as gentle with your own self as you are with the dunder-heads who restrain and misunderstand your gifts due to excessive thick headedness and generalized stupidity (the latter is me). Thank you for all you have done.—- Bear —- p.s. for clarity of mind burn sage
Jul 15, 2013 @ 16:46:44
I am amazed at the wisdom you drop as little crumbs, I shall hold it dear to heart. Thank you ! I shall be careful too.
Jul 15, 2013 @ 16:09:54
That gentlenss is your natural, inborn good judgment. I am sorry to have shocked you with my violent images of setting you free. I fear passion frustrated morphing into self-harm. I have seen this evolution even into death. Please be at least as gentle with your own self as you are with the dunder-heads who restrain and misunderstand your gifts due to excessive thick headedness and generalized stupidity (the latter is me). Thank you for all you have done.—- Bear —- p.s. for clarity of mind burn sage
Jul 15, 2013 @ 02:38:01
Bindweed, scary stuff!
Jul 15, 2013 @ 08:50:10
Yes it gets everywhere xx
Jul 15, 2013 @ 13:54:33
I think it might be stuck in my dryer! It won’t spin. 😦
Jul 15, 2013 @ 14:48:47
Omg that stuff gets everywhere we need some good horticultural fairy’s to come and remove it! I hope your washing machine is up and running soon.
Jul 16, 2013 @ 01:24:54
Repairman due tomorrow morning. I hope I don’t need another mortgage after he leaves! Too bad blogging doesn’t pay.
Jul 16, 2013 @ 05:57:44
Yes we would all be rich. I hope the bill is not earth shattering 😉
Jul 16, 2013 @ 10:48:27
Thanks!
Jul 17, 2013 @ 14:47:28
🙂 xx
Jul 15, 2013 @ 03:35:01
so sad….
Jul 15, 2013 @ 08:48:25
Yes it is.
Jul 15, 2013 @ 23:23:31
ah, those fragile wings, all torn and tattered, no hope of escape into the wide blue yonder. Sad my friend, and your words fitting the dark picture so well. hugs aplenty my friend. xPenx
Jul 16, 2013 @ 05:59:45
Yes Pen she is well and truly scuppered 😉 xx hugs eternal
Jul 19, 2013 @ 09:28:14
Oh Willow, that image – and those words… this one’s sorry. Sorry about this day.
Jul 19, 2013 @ 16:54:44
That’s life xxx