i occupy a space--
as a being being silent
doing the nothing allowed
by breathing--but that is
not nothing--is it? inhale
exhale, padum, padum, swoosh
whoosh the waves waving
through the silent space of
being a being who bes
no buzz or hum required--
inhale, exhale, pa dum, padum,
swoosh, whoosh, ahhhhhhhhhhh
elizaBeth Benson's poetic journey through her daily life as an artist, mom, spirit, lover, human being
Showing posts with label breathing. Show all posts
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Sunday, April 27, 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008
up
up
early
before the sun
before the dawn
of the day
just making itself
inside this darkness
a blanket
of dreams
to cover up with
to cuddle under
i am here
awake
typing these quietudes
these shallow breaths
turned deep
i am in it
this night
about to become
mourning
in the morning
and i know
it, too,
is a kind of
birth
of what cannot
be born
on this side
of dawn.
early
before the sun
before the dawn
of the day
just making itself
inside this darkness
a blanket
of dreams
to cover up with
to cuddle under
i am here
awake
typing these quietudes
these shallow breaths
turned deep
i am in it
this night
about to become
mourning
in the morning
and i know
it, too,
is a kind of
birth
of what cannot
be born
on this side
of dawn.
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