I respire in afterthoughts
last night’s visions
coexist within bated breaths of reasoning
the fan above my head hums puzzling verses,
spinning
off-key imagery with blurry dilemma
I exhale
vapors of existence circulated by mock breezes
I inhale
choking on
the ways humanity subjugates its own being
I hear the howl of babies and old men
screaming into the darkness
gagging on the vapors of conflict and adversity
I have not given up on breathing
just yet
though I wish I could hold my breath forever
the smoggy horizon
is within my breadth
but not palatable to my dreams
I’m just trying to prevent
the world from suffocating my voice
I don’t know
I’ll just continue breathing
as long as the situation deems it necessary
at least, until the final wheeze
In Spirit,
Bear
yet another pithy perfect write, poet.
stay well,
carolyn
When I hear the word "Wheeze" I remember Mogadishu bīcoz I thought that only bullets wheeze. Now a friend is determined to breathe till the last wheeze. Love the thoughts of your beautiful mind.
Ron
At any rate, if I am in another dimension, I will comment once more,
Your voice is a loud and clear, it rings true, it is truth, and it is a voice of a true poet!!!!!
Much peace, light, and love,
Amber
but in emotional dimensions
we breathe our very souls
for me, Jude, the title is a little ironic
but of course our last breath is usually a
whimper, a fade, a wheeze
stay well
john
inhale from your soul and exhale
from your heart until a final comes!!
Enlightment received *Jude*
Lady Vivian
voice in the world through your thoughts and verses.
Lady Mary Ann
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS