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Writing is breathing

she never allows life's demands
to tear her away from the hours
she spends writing poems
once her house burned around her
but she squinted her eyes and
held her breath against the fumes
and would not leave until
the final lines were scribbled
down and burned in her hands
she says writing is breathing
food for her hungry soul
a daily rehearsal for
one day finding Heaven
she says all these things
without once lifting her head
from the notebook
without once feeding her eyes
the glitter of the world
or its myriad temptations


(C) 2010 Salvatore Buttaci
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Submitted on May 01, 2011

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A retired teacher and compulsive writer, I ply the writing craft daily, composing poems, stories, articles, blogs, and letters.My book, A Family of Sicilians...is available right here at http://stores.lulu.com/ButtaciPublishing2008Also there is a chapbook for English teachers who need help teaching poetry. It's called Painless Poetry.and another book of mine, a collection of 164 short-short stories, Flashing My Shorts, is availableFROM AMAZON.COM at   http://tinyurl.com/26u8huk OR KINDLE EDITION  at  http://tinyurl.com/2f369weI live in West Virginia with the love of my life, my wife Sharon. more…

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