Scattered breath

Scattered breath

12 February 2016

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Does it speak

Of broken morrows

The stilled mind

Chilling Heart

Polar experiences

Lurking in the dark

I gather

Twigs and worn pages

All fire warmth

Chimneys smoke

Fading thoughts that I invoke

A life pressed in blue

I blow hard

Rekindling ashes

Under the grey

Red simmers

Volcanic eruptions bleed

What once could have been

There is dust

On my fingertips

Raging winds

That mouth quips

Lift but the blinding spent sands

Leaving million more

I shake snow

In glass of seconds

White my slate

Empty store

There is nothing in slain grains

No yeast to raise bread

Dancing queen

Shimmers with the shake

As I rake

Garden leaves

With lost stories my chest heaves

Untold for undead

Scattered breath

Gathers me within

Chest heaving

Soul cleaving

Remnants of threads strewn across

Rosary and cross

Reading of the poem: 

Courtesy deviantart.com

Song to the Moon – Antonín Dvořák

Dvorak – Humoresque

Dvorak – Romance for piano and violin, Op.11

Dvorak – Sinfonia dal Nuovo mondo – Allegro con fuoco

Dvorak: String Quartet No. 12 in F major, “American” – II. Lento

Antonín Dvořák – New World Symphony Op. 95 – Largo

Hidden treasures – Antonín Dvořák – Serenade for strings in E major (1876) – II. Tempo di valse