All was quiet today.
I only heard the sounds
of my own breathing
a silent, soft inhaling
then a louder
exhale, almost a sigh
as the breath
left and traveled to
another place. I know
there were other sounds
of rain and wind and voices
but I shut them all just
to follow the gasp
and shudder of my own
pant entering my heart
...searching for the
breeze and waiting for the
sound of knowing.
4 comments:
Nice combo, this poem and picture. Perhaps your next book should be called that: "Poems and Pictures."
the sound of silence in words and picture. I've enjoyed both...looking and reading.
great!! am so glad that you are alive and listening to your breathing :))
CS: Next book? :)
KK: Thank you, glad you enjoyed!
Bea: sometimes...I hope you are doing the same!
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