31
Dec

Poisoned Breath

Each poem a purple prayer,

Prayed through weeping lips,

Burning my tongue with sour hope,

Poisoned by the sweetest bliss.

~Spirit~

Breathe it through the ink.

4 Responses to “Poisoned Breath”

  1. Jessie Carty
    31Dec

    wow! i think that is the strongest poem you have ever posted and so close to being a tanka…you should look up tanka! cheers spirit :)

  2. quill or sarah
    31Dec

    very nice I can smell the fresh ink and parchment now. A very soothing smell besides a dusty used bookstore.

  3. Spirit
    31Dec

    Ooo, I have a whole book of Tanka but I never even thought of trying my hand at it. I might play around with it here and there. I’m still learning how to break well ingrained rules and then I think I’ll be braver at trying some of these other styles. :) I think this might be one of my favorite short poems. :D

  4. Spirit
    31Dec

    :D It is a very soothing smell. Oh, gods, that makes me think. I can’t even begin to tell you how much I love a stack of blank paper. Lol. I love a stack of filled with words too, most especially if they’re mine own or a story I’ve never read, but there’s something about the blank pages that’s just…. well, you know. ;)

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