Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Waiting

Manic then,
like the dye we used to make our hair
pink
when the waiting was wonderful
long and lazy
with options all around, ripening.

And now? Heavy in the chest and exhale
caught between
everyday words
at jobs
and at dinner tables

only I'm not there.

I'm inside the breath.

7 comments:

  1. I held my breath while reading this. Just happened.

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  2. Thank you Ann! I always hold my breath when I post poetry!

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  3. Nice, especially this...

    like the dye we used to make our hair
    pink
    when the waiting was wonderful
    long and lazy
    with options all around, ripening.

    I remember that.

    Thank you.

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  4. Yvonne,

    Thank you. You've been around from the start.

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  5. "I'm inside the breath." WOW. Just WOW.

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  6. So many times I feel this way, connected to something on the inside, while walking through the outside. Lovely Suzy.

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