Saturday, January 19, 2013

Poetry: Gasping

Well, it has been several months since I've posted anything here, and a lot has happened in that time.  Not much of it has to do with what I've been writing, because I haven't been writing that much!  Some of these past events may be shared at some point, but not today.

A few hours ago I asked my Facebook friends to give my ideas for the subject of a poem, and one of my colleagues suggested a theme that inspired me.  The poem is not based exactly on what he said, but it is certainly close enough that he gets credit for summoning the muse.


To take a breath so clean
It stings like little pins behind each tooth,
Cleanses like Isaiah’s coal,
And scours both tongue and roof,
Reverberating through
The space behind the eye, near the abode
Intellect and mem’ry claim,
And then thrusts down the throat,
And swells the neck with joy
That purity, before this day unknown,
Utterly beyond the world
Within now makes its home
Can only be achieved
By one who leaves behind the earthly shore,
Plunges into breathless depths,
And rises up restored.

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