I was away this weekend. I’m working on something new but here is something old. Many time posting old poems helps me kick my butt to get moving on the new stuff.
This poem can be read three ways. You can read the bold lines only, the italics lines only or straight through.
Dawn, and across the plains: mountains
Eyes, through warm air, and darkness: night
Rising, from seemingly nowhere
Giving almost no clue to what’s beyond
Majestic to the point of awe.
Delicate, not to the point of weakness.
no cause to be so,
no reason to shy away,
it leaves one breathless.
I breath without resistance.
(c) 1987 Norman Dziedzic Jr.