Wednesday, June 13, 2012


By Grace M. Brodhurst-Davis

Outside of myself
I can see how
The wind blows
Breath into me,
But can’t seem
To see how
Breath in me
Can erase the cacophony
Of deep-hued memories
Of my being      
Though knowing
Such breath,             
I pulse towards
My innermost calling
To free myself to be

For T.S. Poetry contest using "O" (#Outside)

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