Friday, July 2, 2010

maybe the same poem

My poem left me. She walked away.
I’m tracing the echoes of what she said.

Each day is a brief relief -
Breathing in the day that is lived,
Breathing out the day that is lived.

3 comments:

md said...

this is awesome! and how nice your poem was a she!! :))

Maggie said...

beautiful work chi....! you flabbergast me with this wicked talent of yours always. :)

i can relate, too. the artist has also left me... and come to think of it, i think maggie herself has, in general.

xox

Unknown said...

All we have is a breath. People cry after breakups and death. Not knowing that it takes every heart beat and breath for us to realize we are special.