Private in my thoughts
Breathe deeply with lips shut tight
Cautious of conflict
Concentrating and counting
Listen to air, push and pull
~What’s that I smell? An idea rising!~
My throat starts rattling
For a thought now fully formed
With my turn to speak
I watch you concentrating
Lips shut tight, breathing deeply
A tanka puente shared with Tanka Tuesday wordlist – listen, smell, speak

Shaun, I like how things flow back and forth between the two. I wonder if there are two people or the inner and outer selves? I think it works both ways. Nice plucking of words for your word garden.
I notice you haven’t linked up to Mr. Linky?
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Thank you Lisa 🙏 Mr Linky added now that I’m awake 👍
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You’re very welcome, and good day to you 🙂
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Quite an innovative thought to write a poem about deep breathing! Lovely.
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I’m glad you enjoyed it 🙏
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This is a very interesting poem and a new form to me 💜
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Thanks 🙏 Give it a go sometime. I find the restrictions of form sometimes help us get closer to the ideas we are trying to express.
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thank you I just might. 💜
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