Ice cream free days: 2
Consumption
We no longer expire from consumption.
The overtaking of heart
As the lungs, failing, full, wet,
No longer have the chance to breathe.
The heart drowning
Under the weight of water.
Don't we feel the same now?
The immersion in emotion
That overtakes our being?
The heart unsuppressed, untethered, unresponsive.
Or maybe unable to feel,
We constantly choke down the dramas of the day,
No longer taking in the cool air of freedom.
Nice one.
ReplyDeleteAlthough I need to admit that poetry and I have never really got along, but yours I can actually understand. I think.....
Poetry is about feeling, not thinking. It's also not about understanding, but empathising.
ReplyDeleteYou've got a month of dodgy poetry (among normal blog updates - you've been warned...)