I Hold My Breath
Storm clouds hang
around the edges of
this place
outlining a burst of sun,
a rip of light
across the sky.
I watch wind blow leaves
one direction,
then another,
warm and cool air
prickling my skin,
raising alert,
sending my eyes
upward
to ask,
“What now?”
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Burst, and rip, and raising alert … excellent word choice for your scene!
The imagery *chef’s kiss*! I loved logging in and stumbling across your work! You’re so talented!
I love this poem’s rhythm. The movement matches the imagery perfectly. Beautiful!
I relate to this poem a lot. That line “raising alert” leading into the closing “what now” question–as well as ending with that question–has me wanting the answer that much more.
I love the way this poem makes me hold me breath! Well done!
“What now?” The best way to end it!
Love this.
I can feel this poem, so vivid.
Amy, your poems are so visual.
This poem puts me right there! I love “a rip of light.”