Tag Archives: breath
Hope, that thing unfettered, soul’s window flung open, to bask, to air myself, unabated, no past to claim or follow. Advertisements
Hold me, to dignity, to respiring intent, to nothing beyond this moment, arcing to bend.
Breath, you are my true master, and I, your borrowed disciple, graced by the slow dignity of equal measures, allotted free of charge, if attention is paid, with sincerest regards.
Every last word, placemat for breath to perish, to fade, syncing praise.
She, the pearl-diver, master of holding her breath, breathes out, and rises.
Whirling, to net wind, Nature, ordained to coerce, gives breath to poems. (Photo by Henri Cartier-Bresson)
In Godot’s waiting room, Heaven-rent, the vacancy sign had been converted into a living epitaph for people choking on bated breath: Here tomorrow, gone today.
Air chastens itself when given room to circulate, its holy charge the generous breath of God respiring toward Grace’s fused ends.
Escape from sadness in every breath you take– bouquet of balloons.
Bird, unfettered, blowing his soul through a horn– breath scoring God.