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Sunday, October 14, 2007

A Moment


Below is a poem I'm still playing around with but thought I'd go ahead and post. Still not sure on the title-I'll let this one sit for a while before I decide to keep or change. I'm wondering if a poem (or any writing) ever feels completely finished...


Sitting still.

There is
nowhere
to go.
One breath
after another
of crisp
Autumn air
rich, wet soil
fallen leaves.
Sunshine
enters too, into
open lungs
where it lights
and warms
the cold spots.
And then
a moment
absent
of anything
A moment
when doubt
releases
its tired grip
mixes with
October air
and silently
floats

away

1 comment :

  1. October is one of my favorite months, everything seems to renew itself. Much different then in the spring months.
    I like the simplicity of this poem, the way you wrote it seems to emulate the feelings that can give you freedom from thought.

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