It’s been a long day

blue-face-peace

Maybe poems are made of breath,

the way water, cajoled to boil,

says,

This is my soul, freed.

Dean Young, from “Scarecrow on Fire,” Fall Higher

 


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Comments

  1. that is such a beautifully, still and quiet, portrait. love this image. thanks David 🙂

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  2. vowwww…awesome..!!

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  3. freddiegeorgia says:

    Well that sure took my breath away. You weave magic. Thanks.

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  4. Beautiful…

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  5. Oh wow! I feel it happening!

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  6. and i cannot hold it in for a moment longer…

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  7. maybe. ❤
    Diana xo

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  8. So many different types of breath,.,poems as sighs, deep inhalations, extended exhales…love this (and yay! This came in my inbox!)

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