michelle’s poefusion: no 27, write about a noise-or a silence-that won’t go away. excerpted from the pocket muse by monica wood; read write poem, day 9, napowrimo no 9: paradise; …a bit of tongue and cheek….; photo: john carleton, flickr
if you attend intently
eyes gazing
brain occupied
you may observe
the earth breathing
the spirit roving
over dry waters
creating a world
supporting our feet
look upward
and kiss the
blue beautiful sky
not my
brother’s monkey
Piece of Pie ala Mode 
very nice…”spirit roving over dry water” nice
Have you noticed how the earth sighs at sunset? I really enjoyed this poem and the image goes wonderfully with it.
“You may observe the earth breathing”: nice image. Thanks for this.
I felt a sense of serenity while reading and imagining such colorful images. A beautiful write!
This is beautiful. Most of the time we’re just not conscious of this strange planet on which we live.
‘you may observe
the earth breathing
the spirit roving
over dry waters’
I am intrigued by the last lines!
I agree with watermaid in that most people don’t slow down enough to see what beauty lies before them. Earth reveals so many things to those who watch/ listen. Thanks for sharing. Have a nice day.
Ha! Shangorilla indeed. Thanks for the big giggle, Ms Pie.
That is a classic.