Wind Chimes

 

Breathe for nothing

                    Breathe for breadth

The steady cycle
   
                    The steady tick

Expanding, condensing

                    and expanding again

How proud we have become

                    for managing to keep

the steady pace

                   How proud we are

of ourselves

                  for keeping us living

But there's a leak

               within our airways,

drawing down slowly

               to settle in our lungs

that sponge the dark matter

               until they thicken

and shudder

               But the night is still young

and pulsating with fresh air

               Our mouths are gaping

to pull it inside

          But this leak

is growing wider

          and the tissue

is dissolving and

          these lungs are filling

and hardening

          Clinking together

like wind chimes

          and slowly fracturing

within our ribcage

          As our lungs sicken

there is a dizziness

          going to our head

to keep us from feeling

          How intoxicating

the open air!

          we think woozily

How good of us

          to have let it in

What good care we take

          of ourselves

And when we can only

     take short breaths

as brief as the counting

     of single digits

we are happy to have

     filled ourselves with life

When the matter

    hits our windpipe

the cracks disperse

    like marble

scatter like lighting

    and fall away

The shatter

   is musical

like wind chimes

   but the breeze

has been still

   in these parts

for sometime

  And the dizziness

took our minds

  before we could

figure out

  what we'd

been breathing for

  the entire time

Reviews

[Twilight]

A very good poem. No doubt about it!

What effective imagery! And quite an original structure to this piece.

In particular, I noticed how the writer has expressed the repetition and cyclical nature of breathing, as only a true poet can.

I look forward to reading more of your work.

[Violet Rose]

Oh wow! I loved the snaking effect! It was almost eerie, in my opinion, like an id-ic whisper. Wow. I loved it. Many kudos! I'll never look at lungs and wind chimes the same. The form was amazing, and not just the snaking. It was the words you use. I don't know how to describe it exactly - lol. Amazing poem.