Listening to a Cabaret CD and thinking…
another scene written to capture 1000 words a day if one were a poet. I’m not doing well with this daily assignment. I think I’m writing a short story though. 😦
That Breathing Time of Life
Sometimes
it’s almost tomorrow
still yesterday
not quite.
Breathing in.
Breathing out.
Breathing.
Through the dreaming
nightmare
that you’ve been here before
and it got you nowhere
even then.
Breathing in.
Breathing out.
Just
fucking breathing your life away.
Gasp!
Ellespeth
Views From A Poet 
Sometimes life seems to be at a standstill….you just can’t go backward and going forward doesn’t work either! Great poem. 🙂
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Thank you, Jessie but… more importantly, how did you fare in the hurricane? I’m thinking about you…
Ellespeth
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Thank you ! Fortunately, we live on the west coast of Florida and we had a limited amount of wind and rain in our area. However, you always have to take precautions to be prepared if the storm or hurricane makes a sudden shift and changes course .
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Great poem but pretty grim 🙂
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It was the gasping part, right?
I thought I was gasping at the f* word 😛 now I see the gasp another way.
Ellespeth
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It was the whole “futility of life” theme 🙂
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