The Breath of Life

The swelling ebb of life,
breaks free.
As first breath comes to thee.
And the rhythm of life lets us be.
While the learning curve always grows.

First day comes and goes,
And many more breach the flow.
Till the waning tide draws to a close.
Final breath rests on the breeze.
Returning thee to a needful sleep.

Reviews

[Pete]

a deep, elegant, telling summary of life in a nutshell except you crack it into simple truth ... :)

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you Pete 😊

[Fabian G. Franklin]

"From the sweet grass to the packing house, we travel between the two eternities." Robert Duvall as Captain Augustus McRae in "Lonesome Dove". You touch lightly on the rise and fall of the living dream. I enjoyed.

[Cherrie Palmer]

:) thank you

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Cherrie absolutely true
Just love the sea metaphors!

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you Julie

[Lisasview]

and, Cherrie so life goes on and on and on.. Loved this thoughtful poem of yours!
Beginning to end...and so is life...
Lisa, evening, in Spain

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you Lisa
The circle stops for no one. Each of us will have our turn.

[Lisasview]

I love what you said in your comment...
Perhaps you should use that in a poem??
Lisa, leaving the house now

[Betty Hermelee]

The seasons of life, the ebb of life... fee-flowing, breathing easy....creates " rhythm" that remains with us until we tend to slow with the tide, in and out.... then our final breath "rests on the breeze",
so beautifully crafted... and so true.
Best, B

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you Betty
😊

[Betty Hermelee]

You're very welcome Cherrie!!!
Best, B

[Patricia Wedel]

The music 🎶 of a Breeze…. Splashing in the Sea… tenderly, Pat

[Cherrie Palmer]

What a relaxing sound. Surf and the wind.

[Patricia Wedel]

Wow… you are quite the Poetess. Cherrie… you made it perfect… gently, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

Wonderful piece of brevity Cherrie which took me on life's journey. From the birth of a baby taking its first breath,, through the different stages of life, to the close with that final breath. I have seen that final breath twice and felt the relief it brought on passing over. My mother smiled as she died. My brother went out a warrior. The relief was with me for the end of their suffering. Great work.

Chris

[Cherrie Palmer]

Yes a certain perspective is needed to see this poem.

[William Michael Reeves]

No way!!! I ask, then I receive ... a cool breeze! I didn't look, I swear. Then I just read it again and realized the breeze carries more than relief. Or you could say the relief of death. My thought after a third read is birth releases us from a fluid start, only to drown in the end. Washed out to sea with the tide. Powerful thoughts Cherrie.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is such a great story of birth, life and death...
metaphorically, this breathes...
j.

[Cherrie Palmer]

What I wanted to do was write a poem how no matter what the emotion the one constant is breath.. read moreWhat I wanted to do was write a poem how no matter what the emotion the one constant is breath..
However I really liked where this poem developed so I let it go and my attempt the original idea today- ish:)

[Temperance]

Cherrie, this is beautiful. From first to last breath covering a lifespan in a few lines. I am so humbled by your writing. Thank you for sharing the piece of art. T.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you 😊 T.

[Temperance]

You’re welcome.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Originally I wanted to show how our breathing changes depending on the moment. I still may give that notion a whril.
But
I got sidetracked

[Temperance]

Haha! Easy to get sidetracked. My Las Call poem was only 4 lines and, somehow it grew! 😂😂