Breathe Deep
Breathe deep.
Feel the air as you fill.
Feel the peace,
the oxygen fueling you,
sharpening your thoughts,
steadying you for the task at hand.
Feel your lungs,
Feel your blood,
Feel your senses.
Now breathe out.
Express the waste, the joy, the thoughts
the senses, the feelings, the sentiment.
Saddle the breath with your art,
letting it ride out boldly,
fearless to whatever may await.
Words cannot be injured,
They are impervious,
They are important,
They are essential,
They are yours.
You are the poet,
breathe deep.
© George Arnold November 24th, 2006
Poetic Divergence By: George Arnold
The rounded form of my rhyme
Plays smooth and eloquent
In the ether of my mind.
It casts elegant shadows
On parchment backdrops
But when released as thought
Into the world of free verse
Where angst reigns supreme
Amid a landscape of images
Of pain and despair
It tumbles out awkwardly
And is broken and shattered
Upon the splintered edges
Of what passes for art.
Copyright By: George Arnold Nov. 2003
The Universe Is Practically Empty
Now it becomes clear
as clear to the mind
as a high summer sky
to a vagabond eye
Surrounded by ether
there is no one to come
and none to seek
no rumble of traffic
nor civilization to create it
no singing of birds
on bough and branch
no mountain,
rick or rill
to bear them shelter
Reality is expunged
abraded down to naught
its powdered bones
dashed from my sight
and splashed where they might
on homeless winds
that find no rest
Laying here
broken
bleeding
my spirit seeps away
fading to nothingness
I am alone in a universe
that is practically..
empty…
© George Arnold Sept 30th, 2009.
based on “The Universe is Practically Empty” by Arnold McBay
from the “Surfacing” exhibit.
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