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
Notes:
- Poem: Thank you The Vale of Soul Making. Photograph: Electric Blue Polanski (via this isn’t happiness)
- Related Posts: “It’s Been a Long Day“
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that is such a beautifully, still and quiet, portrait. love this image. thanks David 🙂
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Isn’t it though Debi. All of what you describe…if one could just hold that thought and pause.
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🙂
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vowwww…awesome..!!
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Well that sure took my breath away. You weave magic. Thanks.
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Mine too Freddie. Thank you.
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Beautiful…
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Oh wow! I feel it happening!
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Great!
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and i cannot hold it in for a moment longer…
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maybe. ❤
Diana xo
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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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So good. All of it including functioning mailbox. 😃
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