Tag Archives: breath

breathe

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“breathe in

experience

breathe out

poetry”

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― Muriel Rukeyser

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Elfje:     (Cinquain)

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art

song, dance

whats your choice

hearts beating with joy

pleasure

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Haiku:

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spirit of all things

ethereal nature moves

the sound of silence

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Poem:

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she shouted from the other room
something about a flower in bloom

I turned on my selective hearing
my thoughts turned to disappearing

her insistence sounded like a request
or maybe a very small order at best

obviously my turn, should I answer
I felt I was being treated like a gandy dancer

another yelp and the tone became stern
just go on, do it, her affections to earn

I go before the queen, who gave me audience
years and tears have given me sapience

a man should know that a happy wife
gives him a very happy life . . .

ME and the Boss

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Silence

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“Poetry is an

orphan of silence.

The words never

quite equal

the experience

behind them.”

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~ Charles Simic

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Elfje:

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conscious

hearing nothing

breath, heartbeat, thoughts

meditation and prayer experience

silence

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Haiku:

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hear Nature’s world

chirp, hum, buzz, wind and water

never quite silent

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Poem:  to the edge of silence

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to the edge of silence
my mind has traveled
trying to keep in balance
inside and outside noises babbled

fear of being alone with myself
needing the stimulus to keep moving
collecting experiences for the bookshelf
searching ways to keep improving

peace of mind and solitude reached
for the briefest moment the ultimate void
the world intrudes the quiet breached
what is found makes one very paranoid

a happy balance of sounds and thoughts
the mind moves in all directions
dreams and reality collected in snapshots
the world when silenced is only reflections

trying to find the silence remains a game
fits and giggles, no adversary  needed
the winner is silence as it calls out my name
to God and nature I have always conceded

like precious metals the mind is refined
experience always pay dividends
practice, practice, quiet the noisy mind
for in dying the silence never ends

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ME and the Boss

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