Open, Passing, Gone. Down, Living, Breath.

02.08.2013

Another poem. This one, a quick one, musing, but I'm forcing myself to stick to a structure this time, a Sestina. Like the rain. Mmmmm, its beautiful, isn't it. At night, right now, contentment is beautiful. Nothing is fantastic, nothing sucks really horribly. Life ticks on, I just started writing my first play, and its raining. Like what Eileen said, float. Feeling really lit-ty now, so let's muse on!
Happy face to Nat and Yvonne, if ya'll ever read this. Keep smiling!


Pitter, patter, piff, paff.

Like solid red lips they part, wide open.
And in flash, like a flash, they are gone.
Exhaling, the cold night air condenses breath.
A fine mist reminds me I am living.
I swallow, sigh, and look down.
The moment of fallibility like clouds in passing.

All my life, failing everything I tried, time ticked by eternally passing.
They said to keep my mind open.
But never did they say to keep down.
Like the wind, a little more and I would be gone.
No longer among the angry, the living.
Shudder, quake, tension released as I drew another breath.

And then another, another breath.
One step too, and I was passing
From the world of the despondent, the living.
My eyes, they could not open.
Like a close friend, I was gone.
And the rain again poured down.

Within myself, deep down.
My lungs creaked, blood flowing in, attempting to draw breath
With length of bone stuck, the pain was gone.
Numb, emotionless in my passing.
But sirens wailed and doors were thrown open.
Out strode a man to bring me back to the living.

Inhaling, exhaling, living.
His heroics threw me down.
Again, have I no escape, no paths open?
All this, because of one breath?
That I took at birth, I cursed but soon white came into view passing
before my eyes, and my hopes were gone

any control I held onto gone
dissolved into that of anguish, remorse, regret living
never passing
any sort of success, defining the archetype of 'let down'
painful, inhale, exhale, but impossibly refusing to breath
staring out into the endless, scary, looming, imminent, landscapes open

Dark clouds, passing by again in the night, gone.
My legs dangling still in the open, the last drop drips down
Pitter, patter, piff, paff. The living draw another breath.

- Jack