Ode to Breath© (a poem)

Before-word: How often do we think about breathing? It’s such an innate part of who we are, happening independent of us , that we don’t really think about it.


Whimsical as light as feather

Powerful controller of life and death

Rhythmic in-and-out flow

Cannot be voluntarily constrained

Faithful companion

Constant friend

You are my beginning

You are my end

Thanks for reading. I’d like to hear your views—you can hit any of the “share this” icons or the “like” star or “leave a reply” or “follow”.

In creative solidarity, Dee

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