she is breathing
in the new, out
the long cold
way the sky slants
too far south.
she is practicing the
art of both chai and chi.
she poems soft,
ponders clouds,
keeps her wishes in a jar,
curls hungry fingers
’round a star.
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Keep on curling those hungry fingers
’round a star!
Happy new year De!!!
Softly softly phrasing right up to the curling fingers – charming!
breathing in and out, deliberately, slowly….placing wishes in a jar and holding on to stars. Sigh. Make it so. 🙂
I love what you did with the second line: “In is the new out.”
“She poems soft.” That’s beautiful.
The poem makes me think of snow as a huge mantle of plush. I loved this:”she is practicing the
art of both chai and chi.” and I loved the ending!
This is like a perfect morning to me.. love poetry as verb… 🙂
That last stanza warm my heart, De. So Lovely.
Oh, I like this very much! Those hungry fingers.
I liked the last stanza about the wishes in a jar and her fingers around a star.
Oh, what a wonderful close!
she poems soft,
ponders clouds…. what could be a better beginning!
Oh! Such a wonderful us of curl and oh, those hungry fingers!
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Oh, lovely mages, particularly the closing one.
love how there is no obvious rhyme until the end…and love the curling of hungry fingers around a star 🙂
This is so gorgeous all the way through and I love those ‘hungry fingers ’round a star’ 💖
she poems soft,
ponders clouds,
keeps her wishes in a jar,
curls hungry fingers
’round a star.
Sigh… beautiful!! ❤️
Lovely, hungry fingers… that penned this poem!
So lovely, De–and so easy to visualize this scene.
Lovely lovely…nothing like a spot of Tai Chi followed by some hot Chai Tea 😉 Happy New Year De.