Category 2022 Poetry Prompt 1: Air

There’s solace in the trees

head first

When I climb high On the mountains peaks The cool, fresh air Refreshes ‘n rejuvenates Every cell of my being. When I swim deep Down in the ocean Every grain of salt Awakens my soul Like no one else can.…...

Air is what is all around yet invisible.

One day at the beach, a school of tiny silver fish were thrown up by the ocean, left flapping and gasping, abandoned by their home, and it occurred to me that I have never watched anything die before, at least…...

A new life starts Breathe in, breathe out ...

Look at the picture and what do you see... It is not always the same for you and me...

Today the wind blows fiercely tossing and twisting leaves, trees scattering streaks of clouds high Mare’s Tails in the humid air whistling southward from tropical climes carries with it the promise of rain but which on a whim of Nature…...

You cannot weigh me down – I’m not here, I’m no longer                                                    Gravity bound Tied down                      Held down                                          Spiralling down By traffic jams, 9-5s, burnouts, break ups, paper work, queues, bills, nosy neighbours and disappointed parents……...