How to Breathe

in bed again     same cinematic deliverance

playing for the sixth time this week     it seems

easier to get lost when I already know the ending

 

this morning I sewed your forgotten sweater

into an oversized pillowcase     a weak attempt

to reconcile the wreckage that was left behind

 

because my hands needed something to do

because I needed to focus on stitches not senses

 

to miss something that never truly existed

seems a terrible waste of time     and yet

I drift between giving up and getting on

like a buoy unbound in a somber sea

 

there is no pattern     no constant to cling to

hope sheds her scaled skin like a reptile

while I shut my eyes and try to remember

            how to breathe

Reviews

[Devesh]

"this morning I sewed your forgotten sweater
into an oversized pillowcase a weak attempt
to reconcile the wreckage that was left behind"

I loved these lines! Everything binds together quite beautifully in this one..thanks for sharing! :)

[David Scott]

Now this poem flashed with brilliance!
I could see the buoy drifting. No purpose without a tether... No frame of reference on the open waters.
Also, remembering to do something we of not often think of doing. It might even be easier to breath if we try to forget how...
Fantastic.

[Souladareatease]

Yes well...Pillow fights...they still can hurt...make fountains out of the feathers-Beautiful Work Friday!!!

[Sue Hart]

The continuation of lost love. The sadness as we struggle to overcome. Once again you have captured those feelings.

[Antonio Valentino]

i was going to copy the fourth verse, and then the fifth.. but as i reread it again, it was all so complete it just wouldnt seem right to single one part and not the other..

i sincerely enjoy the style in which you pen your thoughts

its honest and comforting like a warm favorite coat

Antonio

[Spaghetti Head]

You have a great vision for this. I love it!!

[Traci]

I've read this several times and each time I fail to pick out a favorite line. Each holds such deep meaning, an essence of memories, emotions penned so well throughout. A loss that is truly felt, far beyond these words.

[NeiL ArandA]

Is it more of a breathe or more of a sigh ? .... maybe both ... Its the most difficult to do . To reminisce forgotten memories which sometimes we thought it had scarred yet still tender . And the hooks of yesterday still cleaves between the pericardial sacs.
Ms Sarah ... I used to skin diving to spear fish under rocks in the ocean... You penned this well
" I drift between giving up and getting on
like a buoy unbound in a somber sea " ...Sometimes to stay submerge under water I have to fight and hold though my lungs want's to breathe and fight with the current...The buoy keeps me anchored so I won't drift away ...
I'm so amaze how you could relate and use buoy as a metaphor ... Your clever mind holds no bound...

[KAin]

Powerfully written- remarkable work, Girl Friday. It's good to see you haven't missed a step. Keep up the good work.