"crispen" poems - Hello Poetry

I close my eyes, I breathe deep and air inflates my weary bones. As I exhale I try to focus on the moment. The moment I'm living in. The hours that are porous to worries from the past. Life's episodes that cannot be altered. Except in the the continuous role play acted out in my mind, to put right the regret. As I inhale, breathing life into my lungs, I'm told to control my attention. I'll admit, control is one thing I don't have. As although fluid and never ending my attention is often running short. Concentrate. My future lays dormant so leave it be. Though my mind wraps itself tightly around the possibilities. As I exhale, I focus on the body that has remained strong and healthy, the self-healing heart that has been put through its paces and a mind that is overly critical. I open my eyes and as the sounds around me crispen and the smells around me awaken and the sun light floods my pupils, I realise. Why allow myself to consume the present with worries from the past and future. Life is fast and beautiful. And it's now.

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Feb 11, 2016

Feb 11, 2016 at 5:58 AM UTC

nicola-lou

Mindfulness

I close my eyes, I breathe deep and air inflates my weary bones. As I exhale I try to focus on the moment. The moment I'm living in. The hours that are porous to worries from the past. Life's episodes that cannot be altered. Except in the the continuous role play acted out in my mind, to put right the regret. As I inhale, breathing life into my lungs, I'm told to control my attention. I'll admit, control is one thing I don't have. As although fluid and never ending my attention is often running short. Concentrate. My future lays dormant so leave it be. Though my mind wraps itself tightly around the possibilities. As I exhale, I focus on the body that has remained strong and healthy, the self-healing heart that has been put through its paces and a mind that is overly critical. I open my eyes and as the sounds around me crispen and the smells around me awaken and the sun light floods my pupils, I realise. Why allow myself to consume the present with worries from the past and future. Life is fast and beautiful. And it's now.

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Tussocks of grass Root thirty feet deep And gather sand Windblown from Africa Dunes form and Desert spawns Pleasure beach Naked bodies frolic In surf and soak Up sun to crispen skin Barren clime- Fecund activities The soulless feed The soul and Cycles revolve Climates evolve and Globe spins and rolls Unconcerned

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Sep 28, 2016

Sep 28, 2016 at 2:25 AM UTC

mike-adam

Less desert

Tussocks of grass Root thirty feet deep And gather sand Windblown from Africa Dunes form and Desert spawns Pleasure beach Naked bodies frolic In surf and soak Up sun to crispen skin Barren clime- Fecund activities The soulless feed The soul and Cycles revolve Climates evolve and Globe spins and rolls Unconcerned

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Autumnal equinox of a long season standing raw sun Sweating drips become ripe As the bottoms of watermelons do Lying ripening swelling Swaying feel the stem Tighten become draught I turn Sway in the lengthening Days Like an old woman On a wooden porch A Hand fan and a flowered dress In an old oak rocker Lean To one side Redden Brown Crispen Brittle brittly Spin in one Great fall Off Down I spin now Now alone fall Fall to earth Dissolve And how else Should life Be

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Apr 10, 2018

Apr 10, 2018 at 11:38 PM UTC

wordvango

Deciduous

Autumnal equinox of a long season standing raw sun Sweating drips become ripe As the bottoms of watermelons do Lying ripening swelling Swaying feel the stem Tighten become draught I turn Sway in the lengthening Days Like an old woman On a wooden porch A Hand fan and a flowered dress In an old oak rocker Lean To one side Redden Brown Crispen Brittle brittly Spin in one Great fall Off Down I spin now Now alone fall Fall to earth Dissolve And how else Should life Be

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