EARTHS BREATH

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EARTHS BREATH

EARTHS BREATH

 

The breath of earth,
soft winds move
the butterfly chimes
that have hung for
so long
they have become
a part of me.

A dense fog slithers
down the mountain side
after a light rain
and consumes
the skeletons of
once breathing trees;
some standing,
others still struggling
to return to clay.

Flowing fog over
thin-laced leaves.
Carcasses
of a vanquished foe
where only the veins show.

Thinning fog
across the
valley floor.
The sun-drying rays
holding it at bay.
The breath of earth returning this way;

For the music of the chime
now just a soft whisper
against my cheek.

I watched as a single leaf
fluttered against my
door step
and a dark shadow from
a murder of crows passed
overhead
seemingly calling,
calling
your name .

But that was a life time ago
when the trees were young,
the leaves whole,
and the fog cast a
ring around the moon .

That’s when the
breath of earth moved
the chimes just so.
And love was new.

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devaamido commented on EARTHS BREATH

02-06-2010

This piece is beautifully descriptive of introspective lament, transitioned in the 6th stanza with the amazingly multilevel metaphor: "...a murder of crows passed overhead, seemingly calling, calling your name." and clarified by the last 2 stanzas. Excellent work!

79VETTE

02/28/2010

Thank you i,m so late in getting back to folks, my computer has been sick almost died. I,m humbled Dave

tierra7 commented on EARTHS BREATH

02-06-2010

absolutely amazin'...very provokin'...love can definently make one float to new dimensions...you have painted a delightful picture for us...enjoyed it start to finish...look forward to readin' more...welcome to OP...Namaste...Tierra @}-'-,- (10+ )

79VETTE

02/28/2010

Thank you so much. Dave

Teardrops commented on EARTHS BREATH

01-27-2010

you amase me with every poem truly a wonderful poem thanks for the read

79VETTE

02/28/2010

You know sometimes even a blind squirrel find a nut. LOL thank you . Dave

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

79VETTE’s Poems (41)

Title Comments
Title Comments
UNOPENED BOOKS 2
THE EDGE 0
LOVE 1
SILENCE OF SNOW 0
MEMORIES OF A BLUE BUNGALOW 0
A TENEMENT ON JONES STREET 1
RED SKY’S IN THE MORNING 3
BLACK KNIGHT 1
SAINT ELMO’S FIRE 3
SUNDAY MORNING GUILT ENOUGH TO GO AROUND 1
NO MATTER AT $4.95 1
THE BOX 1
THE WHEEL TURNS 1
UP THE BLUE STAIRS 1
THE KISS 1
A QUESTION OF SLEEP 1
EARLY MORNING COFFEE 1
Crimson Leaf 1
A QUESTION OF YESTERDAY 4
3 A. M. 2
LOUIS 4
THE RIVER 6
FOUR POEM ABOUT DIFFERENT THINGS 1
COACH 10 SEAT 12 2
In The Name of the Father 2
ECHOES OF DARKNESS AND LIGHT 1
MYSTIC DREAM 1
EARTHS BREATH 3
THE FERRYMAN 3
Winter Tide 3
SCARLET RIBBON 3
THE CROW 5
THE HOUSE & AUNT MILDRED 5
WINTER OF 33 2
Rain in a Tin Cup 4
PARRISH:CONFE
SSIONS OF AN ALCOHOLIC
2
Crystal of Time 0
Invisible People 1
HOW I LONG 1
THE BOXWOOD TREE 2
THE EMPTY ROOM 3