the tread between breath and body

January 31st, 2011 § 6 Comments

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i would if my breath reached me in a passing breeze seize its fleeting fragrance. capture myself. hold still it fluttering wings i would smooth a quivering finger down its wisp of a life and make it catch.

a steady rhythm

now it’s lulled. heavy with longing. i would whisper as breath drew in its wings stay with me. fan my embers.

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Tagged: Body, Breath, embers, fluttering wings, Life, Writing

§ 6 Responses to the tread between breath and body

enreal says:

February 8, 2011 at 10:55 pm

captivating and beautiful

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- Kaosar says:
  
  February 22, 2011 at 12:27 am
  
  Thank you, enreal. Always nice to hear from you.
  
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the paris apartment says:

February 11, 2011 at 1:59 pm

Eternal as breath itself.

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- Kaosar says:
  
  February 22, 2011 at 12:43 am
  
  Hello Claudia, thank you for dropping by and for your kind comment. I was browsing your blog a few days ago and found it to be beautiful…peaceful.
  
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ramblingsfromtheleft says:

February 11, 2011 at 6:25 pm

This was soft and lovely. It touches ever so slightly and captures my imagination.

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- Kaosar says:
  
  February 22, 2011 at 12:51 am
  
  Florence, thank you! I’m glad enjoyed my words and that they captured something in you.
  
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