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



Baby hairs at my nape

whispering in cool currents

Tattooed shark teeth

love me back to life


a kiss a rush a shiver







Submitted: November 09, 2020

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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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