Breathing for Keeps: An Original Poem

Poems are little gifts from my Creator.
I say thank you!

Anyway, last week’s poem was a love poem for my husband and I did not post it in this space because it was just for us. He liked it.

This week, I have a prose poem. I like prose poems, but sometimes they sound more like vignettes to me than poems. This thinker, Professor Frye at Yale, says that many theorists resist the need to classify or define poetry and literature. He said that anything can be literature to anyone. It’s very subjective.

The prompt was from The 365 Poetry Journal again.

PROMPT: ANXIETY INDUCED SHALLOW BREATHS: THAT WAS THE MOMENT.

I REACHED DOWN TO PICK UP THE MILK CARTON THAT WE KEEP IN THE BOTTOM SHELF OF THE REFRIGERATOR BECAUSE THAT’S WHERE IT FITS. I FOUND IT DIFFICULT TO CATCH MY BREATH. THE JAGGED BREATHS CAME LIKE TINY BIRDS FIGHTING AND WHIPPING WINGS TO GET OUT OF A PRISON CAGE. THEY WERE THAT WILD. I WONDERED IF THESE BREATHS WERE CONNECTED WITH MY HEART FAILING OR THE BLACK MOLD OR THE PERSEVERING DUST OR THE BIRDS’ FEATHERS. FINALLY, I FOUND OUT THAT THE DOCTORS DIDN’T BELIEVE ME ABOUT MY DIFFICULTY BREATHING, AND THEY JUST DIDN’T CARE. SO, I AM CONTINUING AS IF IT DOESN’T EXIST, AS IF IT DOESN’T BOTHER ME. I HAVE BECOME AN EMBALMED CORPSE THAT NO LONGER HAS FEELINGS, BUT WATCHES FROM ITS SARCOPHAGUS, PAINTED EYES OPEN, ORGANS IN AN URN. SO I SEE THIS WRITING AND SEE THAT IT MIGHT BE RELATED TO ANXIETY. I GASP AND LIKE I’M IN A BATHTUB PONDERING A KING’S QUESTION, YELL OUT EUREKA AND BRIEFLY CLOSE MY EYES TO REST. FINALLY, AT PEACE.

2 thoughts on “Breathing for Keeps: An Original Poem

  1. Well written and full of imagery.

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    1. Thank you. Glad that you liked my poem.

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