Damaged Breathes

Today the doctor taps staccato
on his back again, listens to the rhythmic
undulations of his hollow chest,
depleted lungs in a malformed ribcage.
One he won't let cage our dreams.
He coughs, breathless, wide-eyed,
wondrous as hope now he's got permission
to practice sport: a signature.
He exhales with a breath
                           that voices my dreams. 

Reviews

[Leslie Philibert]

A really fine poem, original, visual, a snapshot transported with lyrical talent but also a story too, with a development and a resolution. Good work.

[Siddhartha]

Hope reigns supreme.... Excellent write my friend.

[Siddhartha]

Hope reigns supreme... Excellent write my friend.

[Mockingbird]

sounds like an injured athlete who goes the doctor, and is told he will be able to play, thus enabled to achieve his dreams, or the doctor's permission to practice medicine. nice imagery. a bit cryptic to me. excellent work.

[. serah .]

. oh, this is amazing ...
. "you exhale with a breath" ... "that voices" ... many things ...
. exquisite poetry ...

[Emily Burns]

you write like someone i know

i called her a painter of portraits