That "breath before a first word is uttered" registered. - I know what that feels like. It's everything that's been going on in my head, talking to myself, memories, what-ifs, speculation, determination, hope - all rolled into a breath, all on fast-forward colliding into a moment. You captured that magnificently with that line.
The entire poem is visceral and beautiful, and all to describe something we do everyday for a minute or two. So much so, I was getting flashbacks from this morning. So good.
"What needs to be said
says itself in weather"
This is gonna stick with me for a while. Well done!
Oh, eff you. Joseph! "...a small vessel for awe..." Gorgeous!
I hear it…
That "breath before a first word is uttered" registered. - I know what that feels like. It's everything that's been going on in my head, talking to myself, memories, what-ifs, speculation, determination, hope - all rolled into a breath, all on fast-forward colliding into a moment. You captured that magnificently with that line.
Wow, so beautiful, Joseph. Thank you for posting it.
I love it! Beautiful sentiment!
Love tbe final stanza with the possibility of the vacant word.
Love it.
I like that the book Lightbearer is soaking in the morning beams. Also White Fire.
The entire poem is visceral and beautiful, and all to describe something we do everyday for a minute or two. So much so, I was getting flashbacks from this morning. So good.
"What needs to be said
says itself in weather"
This is gonna stick with me for a while. Well done!