delicate beauty embellishing tree and verge fragrant breath of spring Kim M. Russell, 2017 My first response to Carpe Diem’s Spring Retreat 2017 fragile beauty Chèvrefeuille has welcomed us to the Spring Retreat 2017. Last year we had two retreats: one in summer and one in winter. This year he has planned four retreats following […]
Tag: Breath
Afternoon in Wroclaw
Autumn sepia-tints gathering clouds copper: at three o’clock the day is already drawing curtains on a red and white chimney rising from the other bank of the Oder, piercing the horizon, its smoke a white wind sock frozen while the weather takes a breath. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille […]
Smoke and Breath
smoke curls from chimneys mingling with smouldering leaves and nebulous breath © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on Pinterest My response to Carpe Diem Universal Jane #5 autumn scenes In this week’s Universal Jane, a special feature as a tribute to Jane Reichhold, Chèvrefeuille has shared some of her autumn haiku for inspiration: October beach […]
A Breath of Fresh Air
After the claustrophobia of curtains closed before dusk, she feels like a smudged shadow tucked in her bowl of cardboard cornflakes. Stepping into the smoky light of a milky autumn morning, she pegs out her washing, a stronger penumbra, inhaling deep into her marrow the aroma of damp meadow flowers and grass crushed underfoot and […]
Bramble Breath
We are fighting a futile battle Against esurient microliths, Feral thorns hiding in the hedge, Thrusting forward tendrils of sharpness. Sharp eyes of berries glitter, Breathing bramble sillage, Exalting their sweetness In defiance of their nothingness. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #121 “September 19th, 2016”
This poem should be read with one breath
Under the breath of the wind Under the breath of the wind Is the echo of a heartbeat The first cry of a newborn child The whisper of bare feet The gnawing growl of hunger Creak of fist in leather glove Wasted wishes on stars Empty promises of love
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