I blow
my breath
across
the glass.
My window
fogs up
really
fast.
I draw
the moon
and watch
it glow.
Making
art
in my
window.
This morning on my walk I watched my breath come out of my mouth in a fog. I tried to blow circles.
Your breath is a marvelous thing. Can you write a list poem today about all the things you can do with your breath?
I can whistle,
sing,
blow up a ballloon,
blow bubbles,
croon.
Or pick just one of the things and write about that. Keep warm.
What fun! You have a lot of kid in you!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Linda. It took me years to find it, but yes, I do have that kid voice in my poems. I feel so fortunate and like I am doing exactly what I should be doing. I really am blessed. Thank you for all your help.
ReplyDeleteJoy - I realy like it... Moves you back to when ou were little and did this.... or maybe just last week... ILY cloey
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