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

[Quill~]

I am deeply moved.... An inspirational piece to render poetic thoughts....

“How sweet the morning air is! See how that one little cloud floats like a pink feather from some gigantic flamingo. Now the red rim of the sun pushes itself over. It shines on a good many folk, strivings in the presence of the great elemental forces of Nature!”
― Arthur Conan Doyle

[David Scott]

I like the poem you gave me in return. Mine was much less refined to be sure, but it was my heart in the moment and it spoke my truth.
I'm glad you liked it.
Thank you for supporting and inspiring me as a poet and a friend.

[Sami Khalil]

The title is wonderful so do the thoughts cascading with gasping beauty...Thank you for sharing this dialogue with us...:).................

[David Scott]

Thank you Sami.
It really is for all poets. Even if it was given in response to a request from my friend Quill~

[Sami Khalil]

I understand...You are welcome...:)..................