[ diamonds on the souls ]
Among the Haida Indians of the Pacific Northwest, the verb for "making poetry" is the same as the verb "to breathe."
Tom Robbins, Another Roadside Attraction
oy, i like your poems. they remind me of the ocean: unknown and known at the same time, deeper than i can swim, leavin' me short of breath. hrm...i guess i'll breathe now. er... after i brush my teeth!
the light trickles through
in wisps and whispers
through leaves as green as god
over the hills and through the clouds
it tugs me back to dawn.
i was dreaming you were there, m'dear,
singing softly in my arms,
but the wind had come and swept you away
to places where only dreams may tread. |
