Breathless

A suggestion to answer the why of poetic expression and experience.

Hold your breath and write...
Do not let anything out or anything in.
Just bottle up the breath of life and see what happens.

Does it hurt?
Does it burn?
Does your body fight to override you mind?

Did a poem find the paper during your struggle?
Is the page eerily blank?
How present is your muse?

Now, let go~
Gasp!
Let invisibility fill your lungs with life...

Do you feel every cell drink?
Is your blood pounding in your ears?
Is your heart racing to catch up?

Then the breath is spent...
You will soon need another.
It's OK... Let it out and you will receive more in return.

Now, I will confess.
You write the air.
My aching need finds a moment's rest.

Joyously I fly in the poetry,
On wings of feathered Quill~
Resting in the condensation of meaning.

Breathe in the unspent life of these words.
Ascend to the clouds and join me,
Where your poetry flew my heart.

Gasp with me now,
One breath is not enough.
Feel free to take another~

Author's Note

Maybe it will resonate with some readers?
I wrote this poem as a response to, and specifically for, my friend Quill~

Reviews

[Willard Wells]

Very well done and great view of a writer's sometime dilemmas. Either a flowing faucet I cannot stop or an empty vessel awaiting filling. Thank you for a lovely piece.

[David Scott]

Thank tou Will. One must breath... :)

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Breath...
the dream that sleeps
within
uni-verse the song
Behold
holographic will :)

The act of inspiration written in a mantra :) Oh, did I say "breathless?"

[David Scott]

Better to inspirate than expirate... Excuse the made up words.
Thank you for the kind review... No matter how puny. :)

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Puny?...not at all

[David Scott]

I enjoyed the review. "inspiration (a breath in) written in mantra". It was perfect.
Loved it.

[justjenn_2u]

You use personification perfectly in this piece. I love the line "on wings of feather Quill." I have always enjoyed to read a poem which allows me to imagine imagery which is flowing in this piece. I like the humbleness in the line "Now, I will confess." All together, I like the word flow and the tapping of the heart throughout these lines.

[David Scott]

Thank you Jenn.
I was inspired by a conversation with my friend and writer on the WC by the pen name of ~Quill.
She is very provocative in her writing, but just a regular gal IRL I think. You would enjoy her work.

[Frieda P]

I feel as though I received communion or something with this one Scott. It's certainly a breath of fresh air...we do tend to ascend somewhere in the clouds when we purge our souls here. I love this one to pieces...taking another breath.

[David Scott]

Thank you Frieda.
I'm do happy to give a little breath back to you.
You give so much here and I think you for your investment of poetic expression shared here.
Is this not what communion means? I think so...

[s y e]

"Now, I will confess.
You write the air.
My aching need finds a moment's rest.

Joyously I fly in the poetry,
On wings of feathered pen.
Resting in the condensation of meaning."

Wow David - I adored this, this has to be the best poem you've written; it is so relatable. The imagery and wording is utterly brilliant. You have honestly left me speechless.

[David Scott]

Hey Noodles! Glad to see your pony tail on my page. ;)
Well, I glad I did not leave you "typeless" or I might never have known if you enjoyed the poem. ha.
Poetry does feel like the very oxygen of the atmosphere some days...
Other days, it feel like a warm meal with mamma's perfect sauces.
Always, it feels like a happier place when "Noodles" gets involved!
Much love and thank you very much.

[s y e]

Ha, never typeless, just lost for words which means semi typeless then, right? 'Cause then I don't know what to write.... Gotch! ;-))
Perfect sauces, there's my pasta man! ;-P
Much love back and always a pleasure.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A touching piece that relates well and gathers ones thoughts to emotion and feeling, well done, great read.

[David Scott]

Thank you for reading and for your kind comment.

[NeiL ArandA]

I'm mesmerize by your piece David. Its wonderfully deep . I'm in awed with your ability to write in free verse yet its flow and run like a calm stream. Panting for air and panting for words to pen...Your Quill relent...

[David Scott]

Thank you again Neil.
Quill is a wonderful friend here.
I was inspired by her friendship. No storm in these moments! :)

[shawnt5604]

really enjoyed this one! .......... .

[David Scott]

Thank you for reading and leaving a comment Shawn.

[Rita L. Sev]

What an exercise - to "let go and let Muse", so to speak. Resonated, for sure, David!

[David Scott]

Thank you Rita. Breathing is always key. First things first and all...

[Lin-Kade]

Just write it down and it will find its way.
Certainly, this resonates with me. Many of my poems are product of quick writes - written in the middle of works, while travelling and/or whenever and wherever my muse strikes -- I write. Notebook is truly a constant companion. The only way to capture the very soul of our thoughts, of our feelings, of our experiences et al is to just write them down with our heart and not with our mind. Mind only comes on the later part, on the editing part when it is time to put my poetry on a formal paper.

Thank you for sharing this, dear poet.

[David Scott]

Thank you Kade.
I use my I phone a lot. At work I have a computer in my office do I can jot down ideas from time to time. Poetry has helped me deal with stress and anxiety as well as open up my heart and mind since I was a young teen.
Glad to meet you. Keep writing! :)