Up for Air

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Poetic Dreamers

A rough draft of a free-verse poem set on a lake floor.

All this time, I’ve

been drowning-

Leaves aflutter break

 

still water

 

Sharp toothed bass bite

my ankles shaking

Mud between toes-grasp-

for purchase

Find me a crack to

 

slip through

 

Sunlit dappled branches

swaying swaying

Fingertips drag minnow country

 

Crawdads skittering

My eyes show me darkness

Underbelly

 

Baby hairs at my nape

whispering in cool currents

Tattooed shark teeth

love me back to life

 

a kiss a rush a shiver

 

Gasping

 

 

 

 


Submitted: November 09, 2020

© Copyright 2020 Amalia Nimrau. All rights reserved.

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Amy F. Turner

Nice vivid imagines that you depict her. Quite sharp and enjoyable read even though the death is impending at the loss of needed air for the lungs. One becomes part of the deep.

Mon, November 9th, 2020 5:51am

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