Trapped 'tween
adjectives' objections
succumbed to
long-windedness,
snared 'neath an
expanse of circumlocution,
paraphrasing periphrases
buried under layers
of infused technicalities,
all in a day's multiformity
working midst the sublimity
of poetry's madness
Categories:
windedness, philosophy, poetess, poetry,
Form: Free verse
From two feet above.
I could see myself. I had jumped off the boat
into water over my head.
I wished I were back in the boat instead of
waiting to breath.
I could see myself walking along the bottom of
the lake.
I was about three feet tall then. A child and yet
a man as I walked.
I had made it to shore at long last with a
gasp.
I had walked ten feet to shore as I had never
walked before.
I felt in my windedness, I belonged back
there.
Why I asked myself, I am not a fish.
John H. Hardison..
Categories:
windedness, body, self,
Form: Narrative