To keep me close until you cannot breathe,
and breathe again –
How near is near
Before we suffocate death to life?
To keep my soul as it runs in words,
run aside to me
And question not may we,
Can we?
~IW~
breath
The Life Between
Am I between?
Reams of white waiting to be touched by colour.
The ink of souls, a screen with the word ‘Title’
Asks to frame a life in a question and answer.
The stroke of a brush, seeking to speak
What cannot be said with the few words humanity grasps at.
The twang and twinge of a string strung across wood
Nailed ungracefully, chimes take symphonic stock
Of days and nights where empty and full are nothing and everything
We are between.
We want to know who and why we are, and all we are is breath
Between life and death.
IW
Live On
I am grateful that,
Sometimes we just be.
No purpose to strive to,
no plan to adhere to
no goal to attain,
no ambition… just being –
a human being,
in a small time in space.
Until we can breathe
And walk on.
IW
~Idiot Writing~ 