Open Poetry #38 |
Visions Of An Island Night Echo In Canyons Of Memory |
icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
. When you died I held my breath without thought, without intent until reptilian reflexes from the brain stem sent a spark to spasm air into my lungs, until I was aware how much work it is to breathe when the need for breathing has been forgotten. A misbegotten job in tropic May, no moon and little breeze just the tease of honor, skill and loyalty driving both of us in ways we each thought we could control, it saddens me to hear your laughter only in my dreams when it seems I feel your soul inside me every day. I have been told many times, while succeeding at becoming old, that I have no gene for happiness, perhaps it’s true and yet I recall I laughed with you when even now I know I can’t remember why. ©2006 by icebox . |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
strange how those details slip away but the mood is never forgotten |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
"until reptilian reflexes from the brain stem sent a spark to spasm air into my lungs" thank goodness the lungs take the lead as the heart shuts down |
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