With My Breath

whispers through whiskers

I puff up cheeks
puff like a fish;
croak like a frog;
ribbit like cricket.

Whistle like wind,
growl like a lion
sigh like balloon
losing its air;

Shout like a giant,
whisper through whiskers
murmur like hound
seeking its find;

Breathe in sweet oxygen,
cleanse all the toxins,
breathe in and out
’til I thrive like the air!

Jeanne Poland

5 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Catherine Johnson
    Jan 17, 2013 @ 11:28:32



  2. poetryaboutart
    Jan 17, 2013 @ 20:45:29

    Is this a photo of your own cat?


  3. Bridget Magee
    Jan 18, 2013 @ 16:17:07

    A great reminder to focus on our breath. Thanks for sharing!


  4. Violet N.
    Jan 19, 2013 @ 00:16:29

    I like the lines “sigh like a balloon / losing its air”
    The cat photo is quite stunning too. Did you take it? Thanks for joining in on Poetry Friday.


  5. JMPoland21van
    Jan 19, 2013 @ 08:45:35

    This cat is really generating conversation.He is not mine, but you can see mine here: http://www.quicksilverpartners.com/images/AllIlearned_01.jpg
    Now I get it:
    poets gab on my blog!
    At last!


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