Breathless Poem by Tristan Nagler
Breathless
Diving, splashing, kicking with fury,
handfuls of water
diverting myself towards the deep,
towards the blackness,
Breathless.
I could surface, I suppose.
What good would come of it?
The deep chills me,
fills me,
Breathless.
The rays of sun betray the surf above,
but I prefer
the tickle of vacant shells
pouring between my fingers,
Breathless.
The darkness calls to me,
demands I should respond,
instead I gasp,
mouth overflowing,
Breathless, I am drowned.
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4/18/2024 9:21:48 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Tristan ~ you liked a poem of mine at Magdalenasmiles@wordpress.com so I found your link to this site. A great poem that resonates with my periodic dreams of thriving underwater, generally seeking lost jewels and gemstones. but I prefer/ the tickle of vacant shells/pouring between my fingers ~ Nice! As an astrologer/poet Breathless resonates with planet Neptune's early excursion in its own sign of Pisces. It will reside there for a long time, and many of us are tuning in to more subconscious thoughts and modes; more spiritual considerations ~ on personal and at a social level. Thanks for promoting poetry for yourself, and with others! ~ Moira