Wednesday, February 6, 2013


It comes
One last breath
And does not remember
Birth, the first breath taken,
Or all the breaths in between.
It takes us from breath to breath
Whether we notice or not and teaches us
From cradle to grave there is nothing to learn,
For knowing is neither created nor made it just is
The weft and warp of worlds woven or unwound around bodies.

Prompted by Verse First ~ One Word At A Time at Poets United.


  1. Thank goodness for "all the breaths in between".

  2. "For knowing is neither created nor made, it just is." Profound. I love this one, Libby. But I love all your poems.

  3. A breath taking poem ... loved it !!!

  4. I don't know what to say except you've created yet another glorious poem!

  5. Indeed, life depends on breaths...loved the imagery. Beautiful...

  6. Libby,

    The gift of life..The being of this very moment:)
    A truly lovely poem...


  7. Libby, this is so true. We all will take a last breath at some time. We don't know when (and we hope it will be a long time in the future). We don't remember our first breath...and probably don't concentrate a lot on all the breaths in between. Fine writing, this.

  8. First of all, thank you, Libby for focusing me on the Now. I forget, despite my best intentions. And your explanation of the Now carrying us from breath to breath is so simple... and equally profound. Your last line, weft, warp, woven... amazing!

  9. Riding the edge of now is like you say, just a breath long, if even. I like the image you put in my head of it also being a meeting place for: "The weft and warp of worlds woven or unwound around bodies." marvelous!

  10. Love all the 'w' words in your last line. This is very thought provoking.

  11. Oh, excellent thoughts and inspired use of the exercise.


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