the breath that blew

the breath that blew

A Poem by Daniel Atkinson

the breath that blew now whistles empty
it keeps its song in its canyon
never touching the cool walls
but sweeping its sound along the dirt
the crags and small pebbles
the ancient folds
it’s there and it will be there
until the rivers fill with dust
and the worms chew the mountains down.

i followed the song down the winding stair
to the place where no birds sing
and i took a breath as i looked around,
smiled as the tune blew away
and i didn’t miss its sound
and i never will again
because it led me to

© 2017 Daniel Atkinson

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Stellar and gothic. Like I'm walking through the westerns of old.

Posted 2 Years Ago

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Added on March 16, 2017
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Daniel Atkinson
Daniel Atkinson

Atlanta, GA

"it's so easy to be a poet and so hard to be a man." -Bukowski more..


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