It’s easy to imagine
the coming darkness
that seems somehow closer
in bone season
Brittle like stones
or reaching branches
dunked in ice
praying for a little light
But imagine
if we had the power
to breathe in darkness
breathe out light
Every
one
For Just One Last Word in the Imaginary Garden: IMAGINE
and also inspired by this:
Breathing out light.......i think we do have that ability, according to the Buddhists. Smiles. We need millions more doing it. I loved your poem........it sheds light.
ReplyDeleteImagine ~~ the last stanza of your beautiful write says it all!
ReplyDeleteSometimes I think we do, but like so many of our powers, only a few of us seem able to master that kind of breath control. This is so good, Marian, I think because it is so sparse, and plays no games with itself. Thanks for the words, and the prompt, and it's been a joy working with you in the Garden.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful affirmation both of Lennon and the breathing music you have always brought us.
ReplyDeletelove the Jayhawks, too. thank you.
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful thought. You will be sorely missed.
ReplyDeleteI'm definitely one who feels we must make our peace with our darkness before any transmutation to light is possible.
ReplyDeleteToday on the darkest day of the year I would really love to be able to exhale light in place of the darkness...
ReplyDeleteThe power to change like that would be amazing!
ReplyDeleteThank you for all your interesting prompts over the years. Merry Christmas and may your New Year be filled with light.
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