... Humidity clung to the face, cloying heavily, like a mask; lungs spasmed in claustrophobic heaves, in an attempt to get air moving in and out. Allergens clogged nostrils with thick reminders of their presence; coughing didn't help. What we needed was a good storm to clear things out -- relief came on fresh, northerly breezes -- don't know what you had until you miss it -- the ability to b r e a t h e ! !
(c) 2007, Karla Dorman (4/26)
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Reviewed by Kathryn Collins (Reader)
Reviewed on May 2, 2007
get the kleenex. Who does not want to breathe?
In you neighborhood, it may not do well to wish for storms.
Sometimes the sound level of my sneezing is loud enough to disturb the sleeping people in China.
Allergy.
I am with you all the way from running nose to watering burning itching eyes, brains replaced by cotton and the will of a clam to move
Welcome to the delights of Spring!!!
Atchoooooo!!!!
Georg
Hey Karla! Now crying for your storms!!!??? Stay safe.
Abdullahi
Reviewed by Butch Howard (Reader)
Reviewed on April 26, 2007
Karla, if I didn't know better I would think you wrote this in August while visiting Savannah, Georgia! The humidity down here is atrocious in the summer. I like the way you wrote this; I truly felt relieved when I got to the end. Well done!
~Butch
This write applies to the most basic of all needs, the need for our survival which means air but it also could be applied to so many more things in life we take too often for granted.
"lungs spasmed in claustrophobic heaves"...WOW! What an image! What a feeling! (I think my lung just popped reading that line! LOL *gasp*) The entire poem has a tightness to it, affecting one's thoughts (and breathing!). Very well done; brava~
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D
The metaphor in this poetry humidifies citrus-scented Truth...a true poet uses metaphor as perfect as you did in this poem, Karla...it is my thought that poetry should not be read, rather, poetry should be analyzed as it is viewed by the reader...it is therapy for one's soul...truly a very philosophical analogy...be well, you two K & K...Blessed Be...
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In you neighborhood, it may not do well to wish for storms.
love,
Kathy
Love Tinka
Allergy.
I am with you all the way from running nose to watering burning itching eyes, brains replaced by cotton and the will of a clam to move
Welcome to the delights of Spring!!!
Atchoooooo!!!!
Georg
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Abdullahi
~Butch
Thanks,
Dan
Fee
"lungs spasmed in claustrophobic heaves"...WOW! What an image! What a feeling! (I think my lung just popped reading that line! LOL *gasp*) The entire poem has a tightness to it, affecting one's thoughts (and breathing!). Very well done; brava~
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D
Sage