Ambivalence, they said, empties clouds
of water and incense of holy intent,
and yet fear of breathing in tenderness
keeps them choked and dazed.
Their prayer rises on smoke, carried
on fragile flags with scurries of penned
whispers that flap in the changing wind.
Published at Camel Saloon 11 October 2012 http://thecamelsaloon.blogspot.co.uk
Written for Wordle 76, with specific words to be included in the poem. Those words are listed below. To join the fun, pop over to http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/