A special breath has been whispering
Around my neck of late-
Some breezes cool us on hot days
Evaporate our accumulated heats.
Yet it's cold here now-
Is that why the breath
Is so warm?
It hits the back of my neck
Even when the breather isn't around
Which astounds me.
I would breathe back of course
But first I must inhale deeper.
Why rush in front of breezes?
A breath at the neck, is better than a pain in the neck, so remember by heck, that every blooming sec, especialluy on the deck, can breath life into an old wreck. Sid
Amazing composition, love it.
Love this one Linda - it flows and reads aloud well, with it's quirky poetic question at the end, it still lingers, like a warm breath........ great stuff, and keep writing...10 from Fay.
Linda someone gave you a rotten mark to bring down the ten I gave you.Must have been some uncharitable person...... Sid.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
s that why the breath Is so warm? ............. beauty awes being riffled by breath breeze respires by the warmth..............wonderful flow of passion by beauty through imagery imagery,10++++, thanks for sharing