I hold myself as carefully as a glass of wine, each angle carved from the air, each movement crafted in bone, in flesh, in skin; my breath a liquid weight in my chest; my mind entangled by my own movement. I find my way through the air, I pin myself to the ground, I hold myself here.
Control of breathing
The slow sliding movement of
Muscle under skin
Sarah writes poems 
Your haiku is perfect, that movement under skin, if you can feel that undulation you control yourself.
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It’s what I’m aspiring to…
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Your opening line really captures me – I close my eyes and feel how I hold a glass of wine… with care lest I spill the red; with adoration for my personal favorite vintage; with the casualness of what brings a sense of contented enjoyment and familiarity… that is the experience of just those first words. Clearly, I love this poem!
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Oh, thank you. I’m flattered by your active reading.
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It’s like wrestling yourself into submission; the willing opponent! No winners/loser. Just that moment to shine!
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There is so much in this short, exquisite haibun, Sarah. Breathing…the feel of muscle under skin…something I want to focus on tomorrow morning during my quiet time. So glad to be getting to learn about you, so glad you are here at dVerse.
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Thank you for reading my stuff, and for your comments.
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Your offering today is just exquisite! You capture a very complex and unsettling feeling– that is, the awareness of the strangeness of one’s own incarnate existence; the sensation of being a fallible body. This is graceful, disquieting, intimate, and exhilarating.
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I admire the breathing as a glass of wine, a liquid weight in my chest ~ A powerful haibun, thank you Sarah ~
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Oooooo. What a stunning metaphor here, Sarah. Just lovely.
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I really like this piece.
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So nice to read you out here on the dVerse trail. Yours is done with brevity, but the message is clarion; good word smithing too.
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It sounds perfect. “I hold myself as carefully as a glass of wine” is a thing of beauty
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This is so beautiful. I so enjoy the knowing and feeling of your body. I agree with De, exquisite metaphor. Thank you joining in on this. This beautiful short haibun says so very much.
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Aah the joy of yogic pranayama… nicely done haibun!
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I like it but am wondering what you are experiencing emotionally. But ovously that’s just me.
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What came to mind was yoga since that is what I’m familiar with and then I saw your tag that said Pilates. I think they must be similar in the concentration of holding the position and breathing into it. Wonderful!
Gayle ~
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I love the contrast of inner control and release in your haibun. Nicely written.
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Second time on the rounds, or out on the trail as some call it, that I use: Just Stunning!
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Thank you for reading and commenting. I need to get back in there and see what’s happening!
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It’s what meditation is about…the distilling of the mind, the breathing in and out..and yoga as well .. I like this a lot.
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Ah.. CHalice oF wE
DanceE aNd SonG
oF Y i For mE..
FloW oF zoNe..
cOmes.. matterS
noT thE foRm
Or DestiNaTiOn
paThs JoUrney
aLiVe noW iN Peace..
Rivers Ocean
fly iN
eYe oF Love..:)
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Like that! Thank you. X
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SMiLes..
Thanks!
For
The inspiRatioN
Of your words..:)
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The Haibun is a new form to me, so many thanks for this accomplished intro. I can feel the haiku :). H xx
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Thank you! It was a new form for me, too…
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Wonderful!
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