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Breath by Breath nee Sipping Coffee

“Breath by breath thus that my soul presence be chaste.” That first scented breath inhaled as sweet as e'er I have smelled. The first, the fine nonpareil, only lasts till death expel. Oh, that prime refreshing breath leading to ultimate death. I atone for sins unknown. A mere babe, my courage flown. A sip from the flowing Fount, living a life to surmount. With the angels as my guides, a chaste life in me resides.
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Kendrick Avatar
January 25, 2024 at 7:41 AM
I think most people desire to live that kind of life. It is good that you shared those thoughts with us. Thanks for stopping by my page. Sara K
Fowler Avatar
January 25, 2024 at 8:36 AM
Thank you Sara. I appreciate your visits and comments. You are welcome. I'll drop by as time allows, if you don't mind :)
Anaya Avatar
January 24, 2024 at 10:20 AM
It's cleverly wrapped by similar bookends. The Olde English style was evident for the piece, Linda. You made me realize that coffee is a blessing in "dis-sky's" haha! Hope I made you smile:D
Anaya Avatar
January 25, 2024 at 1:25 PM
Trippyyyy, I'm OK!
Fowler Avatar
January 25, 2024 at 6:23 AM
Hey Anaya! Hi. How arya? You did make me smile, indeed you did! Thanks for visiting. dis-skys LOL. I love your work, I comment when I'm allowed ;)
Wolf Avatar
January 23, 2024 at 9:01 PM
Coffee?! Reads like ambrosia to my untrained eye.
Fowler Avatar
January 24, 2024 at 7:45 AM
Many thanks gw. I always appreciate your visits and comments! laf :)
Baker Avatar
January 17, 2024 at 4:34 PM
I like your use of metaphor in this one, Linda. We should enjoy each experience / sip in life and choose quality over quantity to be chase. As I age, I realize more than ever, keep it simple ... most of what is important in life is given, not earned. Smiles ~ Blessings Bill
Fowler Avatar
January 18, 2024 at 10:44 AM
Your, and Duke's, comments make it clear we should be a little more introspective and reflect on any reparations to be made, and any blessings we have enjoyed. Thanks neighbor! :)
Beaufort Avatar
January 15, 2024 at 3:29 PM
If you have lived a good life, that is something to be very proud of. I think I made a few mistakes in mine. I hope any destruction left behind was not irreparable. In the late stages as now, it's fun and interesting to look back and reflect while enjoying what's left. I love the metaphor you use for this.
Fowler Avatar
January 18, 2024 at 10:42 AM
Thank you Duke. So nice of you to drop by. Next time I will have coffee brewing for a bit of conversation. :)
Volumes Avatar
January 14, 2024 at 4:19 PM
I agree with Pangie Laf, this wondrous poem seems like you stepped back in time to write it. It flows so beautifully and the words you chose to me , reflect a time gone by, where pleasures were appreciated and valued far more than today. You raised my esteem for a humble cup of coffee. Accolades dear friend. <3
Fowler Avatar
January 18, 2024 at 10:40 AM
Thanks Svvie! I am so glad you stopped by with such sweet comments. May your coffee always be hot, dear friend!
Dietrich Avatar
January 11, 2024 at 1:23 PM
I am surprised if this one did not win the contest. It seems so spiritual!
Fowler Avatar
January 11, 2024 at 1:24 PM
It's in the eyes of the reader Andrea. LOL. Maybe better luck next time. :)
Romios Avatar
January 11, 2024 at 10:27 AM
Hi- almost sounds Shakesperian.. Coffee for most is a universal joy, I, too savor of this human delight, Elena brought me a fresh cup of coffee , in bed.. such loving service,))) i I like strong French coffee the most..What about you! Esteemed poetess! Pangie
Fowler Avatar
January 11, 2024 at 1:24 PM
Hi dear friend. I like coffee as well, but probably drink more hot tea than coffee...preference...when I do have it, I want French Dark or an Americano. Elena is a sweet girl. Thanks for thinking of me!
Rodgers Avatar
January 10, 2024 at 1:10 PM
Linda, your poem is a delicate dance of life's breath and the purity found in each sip. The aroma and taste described paint a vivid picture of embracing the fleeting moments. Your reflection on atonement and the journey toward a chaste life is beautifully woven into the verses. Sip by sip, you've crafted a poetic journey through the essence of existence. - Blessings, Daniel
Fowler Avatar
January 10, 2024 at 2:54 PM
Thank you for such thoughtful comments Daniel. Your reflection on the sips, aromas, and tastes are delightful. I appreciate your visit. :)
Buhagiar Avatar
January 10, 2024 at 1:09 AM
Loved your poem, written in such smooth way. Best for a win.
Fowler Avatar
January 10, 2024 at 10:03 AM
Many thanks and hugs dear Victor. :)
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