4. Morning Breath

Mon, 04 Apr 2022 22:29:00 +0000

For the Day Four prompt, well, kind of. Photo by Abeer Zaki on Unsplash

it lingers on the edge
of my tongue, its heft
hanging heavy, marinating
in its moistness, each letter,
alive, each syllable
yielding to the next,
then fading like the morning mists
wisps, resplendent, gracing the
verdant green but then
losing themselves to the
rising heat. I count to three
and then exhale, each breath
a gift from earth, now returned.

1. Breathing By Degrees

Fri, 01 Apr 2022 10:15:02 +0000

A prose poem for the NaPoWriMo Day One prompt, Photo by Jared Rice on Unsplash

Sometimes a breath is not just a breath, not just the rising and the falling of the chest, the slow release of the tension of fretting and of wondering, and of wandering. Sometimes a breath is not just the lungs taking and giving, extending life. Sometimes a breath is the sound of battle, the spoils of the war for tomorrow, won moment by moment, because forever is too short and tomorrow is not promised and this moment, fleeting and vanishing is all that is for sure.

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4. Morning Breath

1. Breathing By Degrees