6.19.2016

On the Nature of Air

We breathe
the same air
cologne & sweat
rippling-round
til fear seeps in
adrenaline
blood & death
horror
despair
in the end
we breathe sweet air

*Monday note: I've edited this and like this version much better!
 

Kerry called for short poems on the subject of Death and Night. This is also responsive to Izy’s prompt to write from a recently received text message (my first line here).

10 comments:

  1. Such a fitting piece, although I wish it were not necessary to write of fear and blood and death but these are so close to our experience of late.

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  2. Maybe that sweetness of hospital air feels taste like blood when we're there... or maybe it's sweeter than spring.

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  3. Agh--hope I die at home! But this is still a very powerful poem. Thanks, Marian. k.

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  4. Oy, other than those fortunates who get to die at home - those who still HAVE a home at such a time.

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  5. Can't argue with this – unfortunately.

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  6. The nature of that air is explored here as intensely initimate, harsh and hot between bodies on a dance floor. But when that breath becomes only "sweet hospital air" the sisters death and night are most tighly linked in the dance. Ahem and amen.

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  7. Lovely circular short poem that feels as complete/endless as an infinity loop--whatever we do while breathing, in the end merely to breathe itself is sweet. Hope all is better at your place.

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  8. I sleep with a dim light, a night light. I've been where rats would crawl on the exposed wall frame work and waken to see them there. Never was bitten by the carrier of death. That was while I was in the army.
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  9. Incredible...We breathe the same air

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  10. I love the universality of this. Yes, it's all the same air.

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