The morning breeze echoes sigh of dawn
Eddies of breath mix with scent of flowers
Wafting upwards to the messenger clouds
Sighs float gracefully on the wings of swan
Desires. Desires drip from the cloud like showers
Breath hung, held anticipating a sign
Wishes masks sigh with the help of thunderclouds
“Faith is a fine invention”, breath a land mine.
Notes: Day 14 of NaPoWriMo 2016. Today’s prompt was to write a “san san”, an eight line poem with abcabdcd rhyme pattern and words or images that repeat. In this attempt, sigh, breath and clouds are the refrains. Faith is a fine invention is a line from Emily Dickinson.