poems and the body

Poems are lifelines
when you forget how to swim 
   in your skin
and are like a betta fish
treading water in a tank,
and when you want to forget 
how it feels to live without lungs
gasping for air like a hooked trout 
   on a riverbank.

Poem title from chapter 24 of poemcrazy by Susan G. Wooldridge.

Peace to your ♥!

Published by serendippitysays

6 Comments

  1. ben Alexander says:
    January 4, 2023 at 2:09 am

    WOW, Stephanie – I love this!

    Reply
    1. serendippitysays says:
      January 5, 2023 at 5:48 am

      Thank you, David! That makes my day. :)

      Reply
  2. apoet'svisionKrissy says:
    January 4, 2023 at 2:54 pm

    beautiful

    Reply
    1. serendippitysays says:
      January 5, 2023 at 5:47 am

      Thank you Krissy! :)

      Reply
  3. murisopsis says:
    January 4, 2023 at 11:31 pm

    I like the image of living without lungs!!

    Reply
    1. serendippitysays says:
      January 5, 2023 at 5:47 am

      I’m glad you like it!

      Reply

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