“Maybe poems are
made of breath,
the way water, cajoled to boil, says,
This is my soul, freed.”
– Dean Young, from “Scarecrow on Fire,” in Bender: New and Selected Poems (Copper Canyon Press, 2012)
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I can't sleep…
“Maybe poems are
made of breath,
the way water, cajoled to boil, says,
This is my soul, freed.”
– Dean Young, from “Scarecrow on Fire,” in Bender: New and Selected Poems (Copper Canyon Press, 2012)
Image Source: Black and White
Simply Superb! Even I feel, poems are made of breath.
Yes, and this one certainly is…
Beautiful!
It is, thanks Pooja.
“…water cajoled to boil…” – fantastic..
Same phrase seized my soul… Love this…
That’s EXACTLY what hooked me too…
My ADHD life went into freeze frame when I read those four lines. Your post has made my day, thanks!
That’s SO ME. Exactly. Me too. Me too.
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The power of the written word!
That’s it Horty. I shared a quote from Edward Baugh below in this exchange of comments that hits exactly that. Yes.
It’s interesting how those words are calming while at the same time conjuring up the frenzy of boiling water. And her neck is magnificent, by the way.
Yes to all that Carolann. Yes.
Indeed, the alchemists would agree and call it distillation. Lovely.
Ahhhh yes Debra. You captured it. Alchemy.
Simple. Beautiful. A breath of fresh air.
It is Helen. Magic.
you are all about ‘breath’ today. and i like this very much.
Great observation Beth. I didn’t see that until you pointed it out. Thank you.
I exhaled only on the last line and then had to read it at least three more times to see if that would happen again. It did.
Again, Bonnie, you’ve captured what I was “feeling“. Magic. And you’ve reminded me of Edward Baugh:
ahhhhhhh…..love this.
Me too…