Writing my poetry is like breathing,
the words fall onto the page with a sigh;
they inhale and exhale gasping for life,
and finally breathing and whispering.
Each poem has a trace of me within,
the words murmur of loss, sadness and grief;
their breathing often intense and gripping,
but, sometimes my words are gentle breezes.
My poems are written to inspire you,
to utter a message about this life;
often, they have long pauses of silence,
but, they are breathing- just listen deeply.
Poetry can be long or short winded,
hints of ardent love, passion, devotion;
my quiet words can fly away like birds,
breathing- we will endure, we will survive.
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March 08, 2023
Poetry/Blank Verse/Non-Metrical/Breathing
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1530-101-08
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Word Chosen #8, breathing
Written for the Standard contest, B - Forms and Words
sponsor, Sotto Poet,, Judged 04/02/2023
First Place
Categories:
short winded, poetry, writing,
Form: Blank verse
.for public domain
I would stop for a time to catch my breath,
on many long day's journeys onto death. *
Short winded, there was little that I could attain,
but I hopped back into the fray again.
Now here with my living nearly over,
more feeble and mostly bending over,
I pray dear lord please take these bonds from me,
let me at long last, rest easy, breathe free.
I'll not be idle, nor serve the devil's work,
my daily prayers you shall not find me shirk,
but give me a moment, let me believe
my life was worth living, before I leave.
* alluding to Eugene O'Neill's dreadful, "Long Day's Journey Into Night"
Categories:
short winded, life, old, prayer, sin,
Form: Rhyme
The BBS has the tracks of how your gestations condescend,
your keyboard is where your fingers time and again stumble.
Numb and dumb, short-winded nib despairs of the scutwork's end;
In regard to your mumpsimus, succumbing to ink inundation, prostrate paper ceases to mumble.
Once arises the idea of an art creation, ineffably blent
or the one free from the rough-and-tumble,
pristine pulchritude, original mindscapes' most faithful fere,
shrinks and shrivels the way Venus dodges factitious smear.
Categories:
short winded, beauty, muse, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme
NOTES
in my diary
i’d kept an old note
anger wrinkled
then carefully smoothed
and glued to the page by tears
short winded
describes my last lover’s note
goodbye she says
on further pursuit she’s adamant
goodbye forever!
Blue tanka
gray days
are upon me
i wonder
now that you’re gone
is heaven blue?
Dave Austin
Categories:
short winded, sad love,
Form: Tanka
Outa State Plates
Billy Bob and Jimbo’s jaws dropped
Along with Mrs. Miller’s porcelain plates
Caught in the act
Two fools perpetrating a dish stealing crime spree
Unsavory, onerous in nature, by the perpetrators
Smashed to bits were dishes and windows
Scattered about the basement floor
The old widow’s china lay destroyed
Add Breaking and entering to the charges
A total disregard for the keeping of the peace
Not to mention the deprivation of sleep
The Sheriff cornered them there in their get away
Escaping with a salvaged plate or two
“What are you boys up to?”….ventured the law
Stunned, short winded, and caught, they replied;
“We like the pretty designs on these things officer sir.’
“They have fancy writing too.”
“We were just borrowing them for a while….thank you.”
The old lady enlightened the gathering
“They’re priceless antiques from Germany!”
The Sheriff took Billy Bob and Jimbo away
Charged them with stealing outa state plates
Categories:
short winded, education, fun, image, innocence,
Form: Free verse
I'll stick to the secret religion
I don't need a reason
to enter metamorphosis
like the wind cutting rocks
to carve out new rivers
Stranger than fiction
my nominal friction
ties to this earth
I might fly off
like a child in birth
severing ties to his mother
The inside out pains
for all I've attained
the scratches and bruises
hardly tell the story
of a life of little worry
throw stress to the winds
every now and then
look back and say
how did I get here
with minimal damage
I don't have much
but I manage
These days drained of desire
like a thin pulled copper wire
shiny on the outside
brawny in the in
its like a wick in the wind
kindling this fire
I'll be okay though
because I'm a short winded liar.
Categories:
short winded, angst, art, confusion, dedication,
Form: Free verse
I burn in a fiery blaze of disappointment for a poor judge to see .
Swallowed by hungry tears. Shallow tears eat my cheek.
The salty substance, similar to the oceans of life.
Washed away and swept off my feet.
I am a tiny speckle left of a winning dream.
Destroyed by a poets losing dream .
A poet destroyer.
The ocean of life washing away my short winded words,
along with my poorly judged tears in this oceans lair.
Knoked by a rock, out of my rhyming socks.A poet destroyed.
Categories:
short winded, loss, mystery,
Form: Free verse