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 !


  1. WOW, Stephanie – I love this!

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

  2. murisopsis says:

    I like the image of living without lungs!!

    1. I’m glad you like it!

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