Breath Mark
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The pregnant pause
the breath mark
the break.
All possibility fills the void
as music washes over,
Pauses,
Breathes.
I inhale
anticipation,
joy,
life.
The earthen vessels
the wooden body
the strings.
A berth from immortal promise to sail
as strains of harmony
Lift,
Rise,
Surge.
I brush the page,
breathe,
sing.
More poetry at the MockingOwl Roost:
- Returning
- Helpline
- 1865
- The Eyes of the Soul
- Flight
- Friends
- Be Still
- The Muse of Self-Destruction
- I Am a Runner with Hope
Editor-in-Chief of The MockingOwl Roost, Rita Mock-Pike is the granddaughter of aviatrix, Jerrie Mock, first woman to pilot an airplane solo around the world. Rita has found inspiration from her grandmother’s life and flight and pursued many of her own dreams in theatre, podcasting, novel writing, and cooking up delicious food from around the world. She now writes on food, travel, pets, faith, and the arts. She’s happily married to Matt, and faithfully serves the very fluffy kitten queen, Lady Stardust.
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