The Poet's Breath
i met you in the sun
you wrote your poetry
on clouds
blue on white
a daisy, your pen
until grey streaks pushed
your kind aside
deeper and deeper
into the edges
pulling petals apart
a litany to tiny ends
the wilt of a berry
on your breast
rebirth it's red
this new ink
the leaves your pages
poetry, your breath.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2016
posted for poets united
Wonderful poetry. Enjoyed.
ReplyDeleteI don't know how you do it, but I'm sure glad you do.
ReplyDeleteAnd then there was the kiss. The kiss of this
ReplyDeleteThis is BEAUTIFUL - an outstanding piece of poetry and a fav - for me - of your work!
ReplyDeleteFoul weather can be most disturbing! But perhaps it is meant to remind us that life is always survived with a good sense of balance. It cannot be always good or always bad! Great thoughts Audrey!
ReplyDeleteHank
It's easy to get lost in the clouds and the Daisy one but I hadn't thought of our poetry/words ageing too. Of course they must and they surely take us through dark skies at times. I hope we always have a few blue sky mental though..what a wonderful breath
ReplyDelete"Poetry, your breath." How beautiful, Audrey!
ReplyDeleteGood poetry, and one I enjoyed.
ReplyDeletePoetry - your breath! It definitely feels like that sometime, doesn't it?
ReplyDeletelitany to tiny ends... beautifully written!
ReplyDeleteHow beautifully you have expression your passion for poetry even though you can see that it changes you.
ReplyDeletenothing expresses so viscerally as poems do, just as this poem of yours did...wow...
ReplyDeletePoetry is like air indeed... breath
ReplyDeleteThis is soo incredibly passionate!! 💖💖
ReplyDeleteSometimes it is the poetry that breathes life into us! It seems you have found a way to inhale and exhale.
ReplyDeleteBreathlessly beautiful...
ReplyDeletePretty images.
ReplyDeleteI'm sighing contentedly at the beauty of your words here, Audrey xx
ReplyDeleteNice - right into the heat of poetry.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your encouraging comments today.