Breathing out slowly
deflates me fully,
a comfortable
bag of skin.
No brain.
No heart.
No lungs.
Just skin,
a simple organ
folded on the bed
ready to wear
on another day.
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Breathing out slowly
deflates me fully,
a comfortable
bag of skin.
No brain.
No heart.
No lungs.
Just skin,
a simple organ
folded on the bed
ready to wear
on another day.
Lover this. best poem I have read during the picnic!
I like the imagery of “bag of skin” and then how it comes back at the end, folded on the bed, ready to wear. A very interesting piece! A nice calm feeling.
this is such an imaginary piece being a bag of skin folded on the bed ready to wear another day wonderful write
http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/10/10/the-bird-of-love/
I feel like this so often.
Me too. I wrote this as I fell asleep the other night; breathing out, I disappeared into the bed leaving only my skin.
clear imagery build up.
Cheers.
Thanks, morning. Be well.
So visual – excellent!