Breathe, when thunder questions how long you can hold your breath............
Breathe, when thunder questions how long you can hold your breath When clouds bring you to remember all of your mistakes You will find inspiration, a drop of water to quench your thirst The light in your eyes will shine as calmness you remake
Breathe, when your mind loses touch with the static of your energy When there seems to be no lantern to light your way You will begin to paint that picture of a sun which shines again Watching joy run happily through the halls of your day
Breathe, when no happiness can you seem to ever find in your heart When everything makes you feel worn down and hungry You will begin to feel better in knowing that all hope is not lost Roses will bloom, in the grand design, of your victory
Breathe, when you cannot remember the lessons you have learned When all you can think about are the wolves at your door Soon, your spirit will find comfort in a quiet solace there at play Wondering what you were ever holding your breath in for
I enjoyed this piece immensely; I have always looked to the origins of words. My mother was an English major and one of the things I often heard was dealing with the origins of words. I look at the word "Inspiration," and from the Latin it literally means to bring breath in. To be fully inspired is to breathe in fully; no matter what the question, breathe is the answer.
Simply inspired write.
Ah, the last two lines of this piece were the like the icing on the cake of this beautiful and serene poem...
Sometimes in this modern life we do forget to do the simplest things. Stop and Breath.
Great work Neva, as always.
Fear of the wolves at the door? Just breathing away the wolves is the best answer I think. And no lessons should be lost/forgotten. A very good poem to remember for ever.
Beautiful! Breathe the correct way we can take all the stress and upheaval life throws at us...breathe incorrectly and we become a mass of tension...this transcends the reader in glorious words known as your own art love, lovely!
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The beginning of each stanza is powerful enough to stand alone and yet you pull the thought through perfectly..expressing even more.. This is absolute perfection to me and lands straight in my heart..xx
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