Haiku: 2018-08-08

colors on feathers
breathe not air of their fingers
land wings off his palm

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Limerick – Drops

Drops, they rained, cavalry in order and shine

Drops, they loved, million brothers divine

Clouds, in murmurs, shook in dance

Suspended in a lightning romance

Breath

Breath by breath we travel
in our beautiful shells

I Am A Run On Sentence (revisited)

I am a run on sentence

Too many ideas

Ping pong in my head

Too many fragments of me

Run amok

Across the page of my life

Asthma

The pressure of the tightness
like a vice around my chest
This cruel incumbent halting
any chance to get some rest
Insomnia resulted
as breath comes short and fast
the hours passing slowly
’til the morning comes at last

Cold Night

Cold is the night

Crystalline breaths

In a stormless sky

Every Breath – a villanelle

Hadn’t tried one for a while, so maybe the mind will let it flow…

With each breath that we take
Life flows, memories are made
We realize our own mortality.

Celebrate Your Self

Celebrate your self honoring

every moment of your breath.

Breathing in deeply, take stock of within.

Breathing out slowly, what do you feel?

Is something joyful tickling your heart or are

you struggling with a painful twinge in your arm?

Just take notice as these sensations arise

and then let them go gently, leaving judgment behind.