Permeable thought patterns
flame beneath speckled blue feet,
while serenity startles herself into anguish.
Born of stars,
the frozen earth watches, bemused,
as anguish dances across the landscape
melting a path through fields of her flesh.
Cold fresh air shocks against earth
and she laughs so hard
that she quakes.
Brenda Warren 2012
The wordle words were an odd bunch for me this week. Last night I went to sleep thinking about permeable thoughts…just to tackle the word permeable. I knew before sleeping that I should take a surreal route. That I did. It flew onto my screen quickly. The only editing I did was to punctuate. To see more pieces using the words below, visit The Sunday Whirl.