Cryogenic poetry

I sigh

and watch
as my breath wafts and curls
and mingles with the winter air.

You are breathing the poems
that froze on my lips.

 

beautiful, simply beautiful.

 

Love the last two lines. What's cyrogenic poetry? Or is it something made-up? Oh my simpleness!

 

Loved how simple this was, how it still captured the idea perfectly. Wonderful!

 

perfect

 

makes me feel like drawing... shit i got a vision from this poem!

 

You should crystal! Id love to see that. A lot of what I write is very visual and I wish I could make the pictures to go with it. I want to compile it into a book. It would be cool if I could find someone to draw my poems.

Firebelle, cryogenics is the field of science dealing with very very low temperature conditions and how things behave. This poem escaped through my breath and crystallised momentarily before me and then vanished like smoke...a poem frozen for a moment in the air. Cryogenic poetry

 

I just wanted to post to this to say I really enjoyed this piece. It reminds me of winter mornings long past, where one's breath becomes artwork in the chilly air.

Love you Bhaskar...

 

bhaskar, your verses take my breath away!!!

'You are breathing the poems
that froze on my lips.'

 

This is one of those poems that really lets you envision what's being said. It's simple but great like that.

 

Thanks for the kind words...love you too Dan!

 

You are breathing the poems
that froze on my lips.
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Gotta love that B-ness~! Great play on words with the title too.

 

Glad you got your internet back momma!!!!

 

'.....you, who thicks my blood with cold...'

 

simple and very cool (excuse the pun)

 

hehe thanks

 

i really really love the last two lines... it's wonderful.... x i also like the 'i sigh' sat all alone.... just a sigh...one maybe where you sit n stare for a few seconds thinking about the reason you're sighing..then to get caught back in to a usual current of thinking a few seconds later...thats where the poem carries on.... look forward to more!

 

You nailed it orion! I am glad I could take that moment and put it in words and someone else reading knew exactly what I meant. Communication at its very best.

 

I watch people on the street
talking, exhaling, yawning, sighing.
Their breath crystallizes for a moment
only to mingle again

and I inhale a piece of everyone I see
and become one with all.


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Thats just me reworking the same idea in reverse. I think I prefer the first one though.