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“
that is such a beautifully, still and quiet, portrait. love this image. thanks David 🙂
Isn’t it though Debi. All of what you describe…if one could just hold that thought and pause.
🙂
vowwww…awesome..!!
Well that sure took my breath away. You weave magic. Thanks.
Mine too Freddie. Thank you.
Beautiful…
Oh wow! I feel it happening!
Great!
and i cannot hold it in for a moment longer…
maybe. <3
Diana xo
So many different types of breath,.,poems as sighs, deep inhalations, extended exhales…love this (and yay! This came in my inbox!)
So good. All of it including functioning mailbox. 😃