It was meditation

Saturday

It was meditation
Drawing on a cigarette
at first noticing
a single bird song
then another,
a chorus at days end
drowning out
the song of the stream

Sunday

I was meditation
Drawing on a cigarette
in red Biro
little red eyes,
so that it can see me
through
5 minutes of
uncomplicated thought

for
NaPoWriMo

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4 thoughts on “It was meditation”

  1. I like the way this poem moves inside like an intake of air. You draw on that cigarette and then the whole day is drawn in with you, the sounds filling the mind and body and then being released again into the air.

    Excellent poem, Bruce.

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