Thursday, March 20, 2014

Swooning

The horizon is
invisible,
the sun is
untouchable,
and the snow
is an slippery,
daunting
gauntlet.

I don't know
how I arrived here,
or what crimes
convicted me
to this fate,
but those things
don't matter

as much as
breathing deep
until my lungs ache

and swooning
underneath
the dizzying,
infinite
blue.

[Written for Heather Grace Stewart's writing prompt at http://heathergracestewart.com/2014/03/20/take-ten-thursday-writing-prompt-3/ - the picture above inspired it.]

3 comments:

  1. breathe deep man...first day of spring...it was nice and warm and clear here...
    lets not think of the snow coming on tuesday of next week...and just relish the moment...

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  2. Wow. Fits perfectly. Beautiful. Haunting, even. Thanks so much for participating.

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  3. the snow has been quite daunting this year around me...it is tough to remember to breathe and see spring on the horizon. this is a lovely piece.

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