for the elemental challenge...


Whilst there is the air spare
She examines it each morning.
Before her unopened eyes it
Infiltrates her body promising
A day that can be counted upon.

She will move her body without care
Yet will feel her skin react to the aired carresses-
Her hair will be moved to tousles maybe and
Sounds will be moved to her ear in some glories...
Those drifted in stories that breathe her to smiles.

Her secret time with air is when she's alone.
She arranges draughts as she is too tired for
Hurricanes that move too quick to scent her.
Alone in the gentle warm breezes she wanders
With her paperweights trapping some words together.

Outside of herself she knows full well how air
Moves fire and earth...water...all the elementals!
She believes it is air that makes her free enough...
She knows that she can chance it forever.

Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-06-23 at 00:09

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
And she should. Morning in one's own placid world is so wonderful...until the TV starts barking and the men with jackhammers arrive. You've described the sensation beautifully.

Brilliant, just love the feeling of optimism. Great line, "with her paperweights trapping some words together."