Saturday, October 15, 2011

prana


If you inhale many galaxies
I shall re-invent you as a god
and exhale a nebula of light.


If the exhalation decompresses
into a grave and infinite density
I shall blackly breathe your words.


If neither happens
I shall endlessly repeat myself.
Posted by gerry boyd at 3:17 PM

7 comments:

  1. ElisabethOctober 15, 2011 at 5:13 PM

    The rhythm of these words and the depth of their meaning is thrilling, Gerry. Thanks. It makes me think of the mythological characters, Echo and Narcissus.

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  2. vazambam (Vassilis Zambaras)October 16, 2011 at 12:38 AM

    Gerry and Elisabeth: "You can say that again!"

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  3. gerry boydOctober 16, 2011 at 11:31 AM

    @Elizabeth: Glad you enjoyed this.

    @vazambam: OK.

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  4. Eileen T O'Neill .....October 16, 2011 at 5:43 PM

    Gerry,

    Out of this world. Energetic and surely some utterances of 'To be sure, To be sure, To be sure.' Triple cosmic repetition...Irish style.

    Best wishes, Eileen

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  5. HarlequinOctober 17, 2011 at 7:49 PM

    ... a neat response motif, and the terse yet wiggly ultimatums are also quite compelling.

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  6. gerry boydOctober 23, 2011 at 11:13 AM

    @Eileen & Harlequin: Thanks for continuing to read this drivel.

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  7. UnknownNovember 27, 2011 at 11:50 AM

    Potent. Perfect. Picturesque. I'm so impressed with your poetry! (And I don't say that much) http://www.rawsentiments.blogspot.com

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