You are my first breath
every morning
and while dreams linger
inside
— a gallery of half-remembered
artwork
that left an impression
on my heart —
I know whatever comes with
my second breath
I can survive if you stay
with me
until my final breath.
© 2021 | Phillip Knight Scott
Prompts:
- It’s Quadrille #136: Let’s Linger at dVerse the Poets Pub! A quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words. Count mine up – I dare you.
- Word of the Day Challenge: Gallery
Beautiful! 😍 The simplicity of the image is perfect with your words.
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Thanks so much Tricia 🙂
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Beautiful words. I especially like the closing line.
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Thanks so much 🙂
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A love poem in 44 words. This speaks of the preciousness of sharing life together.
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Thanks so much Ali 🙂
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Must be nice, to have someone who, takes your breaths away, and also, keeps you, breathing, at the same, time, a love like that, is, hard to find these days…
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A beautiful love song. Love the image as well!
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Thanks so much Linda 🙂
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You’re welcome!
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Such a touching quadrille. Enjoyed.
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Thanks so much!
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Phillip,
Sweetly spoken portrait of love with each breath.
pax,
dora
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Thanks so much Dora 🙂
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My pleasure. 🙂
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Unbelievably, touchingly beautiful.
💟
David
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Thanks 🙂
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How simply and beautifully romantic!
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What a perfect love poem!
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