Tristan Nagler

Breathless - Poem by Tristan Nagler

Diving, splashing, kicking with fury,
handfuls of water
diverting myself towards the deep,
towards the blackness,

I could surface, I suppose.
What good would come of it?
The deep chills me,
fills me,

The rays of sun betray the surf above,
but I prefer
the tickle of vacant shells
pouring between my fingers,

The darkness calls to me,
demands I should respond,
instead I gasp,
mouth overflowing,
Breathless, I am drowned.

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I am attempting to create a collection of poems that describe the four elements; earth, air, fire and water. Please let me know your thoughts.

Comments about Breathless by Tristan Nagler

  • (4/3/2013 2:19:00 PM)

    Tristan ~ you liked a poem of mine at 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
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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 1, 2013

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