I desire poems of pure breathing:
gusts of puppy play
roses exuding their perfume
silent gardens and mountain meadows breathing in and out
chestnuts respiring oxygen in hazy light
carbon dioxide exhaled in velvet dark
oxygen inhaled again with semi-precious metals in a retort making rare gases
the alchemist’s prayer
the snorting of steam engines
the pale green sigh of the priest as he buries a child
the panting of a singularity in flux
the zephyrs of Venus
air extracted from great waves in the gills of little fishes:
purest poems of pure breath.
Now I lay me down to sleep
Coffee at The Piggery
A Dance to Spring
I'm so ashamed!
Capability Brown meets André Le Notre.
When New Life Springs from the Old