Saturday, April 4, 2015

she thought she heard--By Jim Teeters--United States

she thought she heard

angels breathe
soft as desert sand
wind that gently stirred the leaves

beneath her feet – solid earth
above – the firmament
all was still
as a country wheat field
on a summer evening

then – their breathing
             she thought she heard
                          she wept

not despair
but something
like a child’s arms
reaching for a mother

so she breathed
with them in unison
knew how small she was
how far from home

Jim Teeters has published poetry in several anthologies. He conducts poetry workshops for children and adults and is active in poetry readings in the Seattle area through the Striped Water Poets. He is the author of six poetry collections and the book, Teach with Style, (ASTD Press July 2013). Jim is a retired social worker living in Kent, Washington.


  1. Jim, a lot can be derived from your poem and I find the "angelic" reference to be like an echo .... very creative and artistically written and expressed...... Sheri

  2. 'she knew how small she was, how far from home' - evocative for each one of us...

  3. especially far from home, I can relate so much to that

  4. Wonderful. Nice work, Jim. I enjoyed it. Continued blessings!

    -MJ (

  5. Your poem is a beautiful masterpiece. Thank you.

  6. This deft arrangement of words leaves the reader a chance to interpret in many ways. It seems that the woman is on the brink of death...or on the brink of an opportunity. I especially liked "she breathed with them in unison". (However, I challenge the "quiet as a wheat field at night". I grew up on a farm and a wheat field is full of sounds at night--from the soft winds bristling through the grain to the feet of the small field mice as they bustle away from swooping owls.) Well done! Victoria