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Breaking Breath (Free verse) by daniella The breath lends itself,
in a simple day,
to mudra the poets' parched lips,
releasing the clutch of the chest.
The quiet glance inward,
that garden deep downward.
Inhaling to bring
the daybreak even,
and refine the waxing moon's glare.
Pure and simply a silent breath.
In daydreams emerging
whatever life's meaning.
A moment's pulse, its
breadth of far reaching
heart matters begin to flutter-
on the barest silver, wing-tip,
from this space and this time-
of the mind into rhyme.
Up the ladder:
No Mans Land
Down the ladder:
The House
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Posted: June 20, 2003 9:26 PM PDT; Last modified: December 9, 2011 11:08 AM PSTWeighted score: 5.1422777 Overall Rank: 5466 Comments:
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Jeremi B. Handrinos @ 24.126.113.154
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21-Jun-03/6:25 AM
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daniella @ 200.68.198.84
> Jeremi B. Handrinos
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8-Jul-03/9:02 PM
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thnx j
I liked the imagery but I got a little mixed and turned around while reading this. However, I think if you cleaned it up some, it would take away from the poem instead of adding to it. I think it's one of those that I have to keep reading several times over.
thank you :)) i am myself kind of tangled in my head.. ee cummings was my poet father.
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