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Hymn to Air
Two arms, propellor blades
lift in and out of the lake
rhythmic and calm
rhythmic and calm
rhythmic and calm
I float
beneath the sun
yet no warmth in this world,
spring tides on a pivot of ice.
For a moment, I look at clouds
seeing shapes in formless things
then gulp down breath in lungfuls
as I plunge beneath April’s waves.
This is how it felt
before time began,
before people and taxes
became one strange God
this is how I crawl back
inside the womb, how I wait
treasuring the inhale
the stillness
the pounding of a chest
this is what I meet
at the breaking of the waves
as I crash through barriers
surfaces
placentas
out to the blue
I breathe,
the oxygen I crave—
It will never be enough.
It will never be enough.
It will never be
enough.
Published 5th Apr 2024
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Letters to the Old Ways
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5th Apr 2024 10:35am
Truly stunning.
I'm getting very addicted to your poetry 😊
Imagery is exquisite.
I can never get enough of nature either.
I'm getting very addicted to your poetry 😊
Imagery is exquisite.
I can never get enough of nature either.
6th Apr 2024 9:10am
7th Apr 2024 00:03am
7th Apr 2024 2:11am
Greetings Northern Soul;
Wanted to let you know that since comments are kept anonyms, I liked your write... Man Alive, dig it... There is somethin very calming about readin your writin, mayhaps your rhyming style... Take good care: deadwolf
Wanted to let you know that since comments are kept anonyms, I liked your write... Man Alive, dig it... There is somethin very calming about readin your writin, mayhaps your rhyming style... Take good care: deadwolf
