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Pause of Breath

inhaling light as air
picking Lichenroot there on her walk

insect-lonely,
she watches the stiff verdant boughs
lit by dawn beneath the wild rose sky

tonight she’ll warm Moonhoney
in her brew of Lichenroot and Whispergrass
and finally exhale

About This Poem

Last Few Words: I need a title for this! I made the bare bones of this poem with a magnet poetry game and then edited it and made additions. It's still very rough, but the idea is that this is a peek into a fantasy world. It may become part of a novel/novella I hope to write one day, called Full Moon Tea.

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

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Region, Country: Swampland by the sea, North Carolina

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Ian.T

Ian.T

11 years 5 months ago

Witchety Do Da

Walk with us, taste the things we do, sip the honey we collect from nectar ripe blooms,
Watch us while we drift as gossamer threads on soft evenings breeze.
Reach out to touch us as we float amongst the trees.
Then believe that in your thoughts there is our world, as in your dreams it becomes unfurled.
Just believe and we will be there, Yours Ian.T

Seren

Seren

11 years 5 months ago

ello Witchy

I can find nothing to suggest but the title, one that comes to mind for me was " under a wild rose sky"

just one title let me know if you want more suggestions titles seem to come easy for me (mostly) lol

love and big hugs JC xxx

Race_9togo

Race_9togo

11 years 4 months ago

Sipping Moonhoney

Just a sip of moon
a little sip of dawn
sipping dawn
another breath

Title should be short and swwet, like the poem.

Most excellent

wesley snow

wesley snow

11 years 4 months ago

Kind of a spooky poem.

I like it. I don't understand all of it, but I like it. And as for a title... I usually name mine after the poetic form. I'm very bad at it.

Seren

Seren

11 years 4 months ago

Wow there are some great

Wow there are some great title suggestions above hun ignore mine, I had to come back for a second read, look forward to hearing from you soon ;)

love JC xxx

alidzain

alidzain

11 years 4 months ago

Full Moon Tea

I second William's opinion! Full Moon Tea is the best title for this piece

Alid

swamp-witch

swamp-witch

11 years 4 months ago

Thank you, Alid,

I have put a little thought toward the story itself (the one that this poem is a part of) and I have decided for certain that the tea in this poem is not the same as Full Moon Tea, which will be a entirely different tea in the story. I will keep trying to find something I am happy with, though!

Thanks again, everyone.

Esker

Esker

11 years 3 months ago

cessation from the commercialization

raised free range chickens
walked to town with a bag of money
change with a drawstring
too poor for a horse
chose the furthest from the road
a cedar for gathering its gift
to steep in a tea..always putting
down tobacco

kept tea in a tin and food in jars
swam in the spring fed ponds
and watched minnows when told
to do so...not a corner to think
to settle...but a looking pond
to reflect not just the cumulous
but beneath the surface
the quiet insect songs
in the air and the minnows
in their world

this poem makes me remember
blueberries not in a plastic container
but plentiful at times
an effort and time in solitude
growing free

time is the reward i see this now
thinking of this..
tea from davids tea
an expensive store in the mall
i pass by..
but there is much offered in nature
the medicines
the gathering
the patience
to sit and enjoy

i had forgotten this

i greatly enjoy this poem
because i can see my own
experience in relation

i remember picking sweetgrass
and its preparation
the aroma and purifying smoke
rising to the creator

its okay to buy what we need
today...im over my ages ago
issues on it for myself...

but now reading your poem
i remember something
good...

i have some tea someone
shared with me in a jar
waiting for tomorrow
to take that pause

thank you swampwitch

R

raj

11 years 3 months ago

This is a poem where the poet

This is a poem where the poet allows the reader the freedom to discover the title for themselves because it has so many lovely lines. each a title unto themselves....thanks for posting..