[stylist] Breathe sestina

[Ashley Bramlett]

Eve,
Your file attachment came through jumbled. Can you resend as a word file?
I read the poem, but want to see the stanzas of it which will show up in a 
file.
Thought I'd read it again because Jackie commented on it yesterday.
Are sestinas written in a certain rhythm? Maybe iambetic pentameter?

Ashley

-----Original Message----- 
From: Eve Sanchez
Sent: Monday, April 16, 2012 1:41 PM
To: Writer's Division Mailing List
Subject: [stylist] Breathe sestina

Hi all, My wonderful friend and mentor has taught me how to write sestinas.
I just finished my second attempt (the first is not being shared, sorry),
but I thought I would share this one with you all. I like the description I
was given of how they are layers, but because of the nature of this the
layers have all fused. That is also my perception of what happens during
meditation. Enjoy and Namaste, Eve



Breathe


With the world I am one.

My skin tingles with the touch of the wind.

I am comforted by the suns warmth.

The rustle of the grass is a beautiful silence.

Of Man, I hear no sound.

I am one at peace.


With the world I am at peace.

My existence is but one

sigh of a great sound

lost in the eternal wind.

My inner warmth

is lost in silence.


The moving leaves are a beautiful silence.

It is the music of my peace.

Through closed lids I see the suns warmth.

With time I am one,

But time travels with the wind.

Of Mans world, there is no sound.


Mans persistent intruders are but white sound

as backdrop to natures beautiful silence.

All intrusion is first carried away on the wind

Before it could be a disturbance to my peace

Blessed rain that has passed, helps Earth and sun become one

so that I may smell the warmth.


Scents of nutmeg, honey, and Earth bring warmth

to my senses as opening blossoms create a great sound.

With the lotus I am one

reveling in a beautiful silence.

Bees and birds are fused with my peace

as their music becomes part of the wind.


As if exposed muscles are massaged by the wind

All senses awake with warmth.

Body, mind, and soul are at peace.

An insect walks a stem creating a great sound

As a distant silence

Comes from grasshoppers jumping as one.


The Earth has become one with the wind

As the warmth is carried in silence

To become pure sound for my peace.






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