Tag: writing inspiration
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Remembering Breath—and tiny bringers of wonder
You and I and soft wet air—skin of our skin— and a thousand tiny here and gone lights rise pale and yellow, blur constellations, separate stars from mythologies, repaint the night with mystery and leave wonder in their phosphorescent wake. What’s “Remembering Breath” all about? A daily devotion. A reverence of words remembering elemental kindness.…
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Remembering Breath and trusting fire on the Summer Solstice
The quietest exultation slow spins the wave of me— dip undulate pull rise (long, slow breath) I have space enough to… to… … Trust, fire says. Trust what you have planted. What’s “Remembering Breath” all about? A daily devotion. A reverence of words remembering elemental kindness. I’ll be publishing these “reverences of words” here every…
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This is brought to you by the letter “B”: for breath, beginning, burgeoning…
As I’ve aged, I have more time for tenderness, for the poems that are so earnest they melt your spine a little. I have decided that I am here in this world to be moved by love and to let myself be moved by beauty. I will defend an earnest poem, I will defend beauty.…
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Remembering Breath {poetry}
You lean in your vase so quietly, moments away from dropping pale pink petals on this scarred cherrywood desk. What will I do if you are not here exhaling Peony? How will I breathe?
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moving with the stirring stillness
Spring is here whispering in my ear about possibilities and growing and how much she (somehow, I always think of spring as a young woman) loves waking up after a nice, long sleep. She’s so close, you know. Closer than the still monochrome landscape reveals. She loves this bit. The almost-ness of it. The yearning.…
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{poem} in which I outwit my muse
(1st thought) The last one wrung me like an old washer. Left me flapping thin and ragged on the line. Transparent. Insubstantial. Unraveling. So I’m afraid, dear blank page, that the good ones have all been written. You’ll get no more wordscapes from me. (2nd thought) Unless… That wind-swooped strand over there. If I can…
Tracie Nichols 