April 19, 2018

• Breathe

  

  Breathe.

  Just breathe.

  Close your eyes.

  Inhale, exhale,

  Taking slow, deep breaths.

  Think of a sunny day;

  A gentle breeze rustling leaves;

  A small stream flowing lazily.

  Breathe in, breathe out, let peace fill your mind.

  Everything is going to be alright.

   

  This poem is an etheree. Murisopsis will be proud of me because I remembered this form and its name without having to ask or look it up (although I was insecure enough to look it up and make sure I was remembering correctly). An etheree consists of ten lines, with the first line containing one syllable and adding a syllable to each line. You can also write these in reverse, beginning with ten syllables and working your way down to one. That is called a... wait for it... reverse etheree. This poem is for prompt #7: Air, in the NPM Feeling Foolish Scavenger Hunt.

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