Whether you are crawling, walking, or running; whispering, talking, or singing; laying, sitting, or standing; waking, sleeping, or dreaming; you are breathing. If you aren’t breathing, you are dead. Our air, our wind, our spirit constantly flows in rhythm with our breath, in and out, in and out. But this rhythm is also a countdown to our final breath, our final exhalation when life ceases to flow back into our bodies. We can’t stop this countdown – there are no wires to cut to turn off the clock like Mission: Impossible – we can only do our best not to waste our breath. How do you slow down your breath and find the peace to cherish your life? What anxieties or insecurities try to steal your breath by rushing your clock?
For the poets in the room, you may take on additional challenges if you so wish:
- Air Cadence – Use the rhyme scheme AAAA for your verse(s).
- Air Rhythm – Use a syllable pattern of 777 for your verse(s).
- Air Flow – Use a rhyme scheme of AAAA with a syllable pattern of 6666 for your verse(s).
Please feel free to share your results in the comments or link back from your own site – I look forward to reading your creations!
Keep reading to see three examples from me.
- Air Cadence
muddy puddle, no longer clear
disturbed by tires no longer here
the driver, racing, honked and veered
chased by the chill of unconquered fears
- Air Rhythm
warm socks, hot tea, you and me
blanket, fire, speak your dreams
naked, snuggle, nest, safety
- Air Flow
dear, where gazes your brow
as we stand ‘midst the clouds?
are you with me here, now
or planning the trip down?
© Rylan Skelly, January 2019
Categories: The Doing Being