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Breathless

by Kate Demeree

 

Breathless

 

In bits and pieces,

Stopping along the way…

The poetry yet lives

 In my heart.
I wonder why it is, silence seems preferable.
Is it fear… or an unwillingness to share
That deepest part of my heart and soul

There are times I ache
To be able to put into words
What I feel, think…

Once long ago the words came so easily,
It was as if each breath
Brought something wonderful
That must be saved, shared,
Savored…

Is it myself I wish not to see…
Or the world…
Perhaps it is an unwillingness to
Try and capture a dream, coming true

Wordless
I love you hangs in the air
Wind kissed and
Breathless

04/25/2007

Posted on 04/26/2007
Copyright © 2021 Kate Demeree

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/26/07 at 02:29 PM

I see much of myself in this poem Kate, for as I get older, more and more it seems I lose the passion to write poetry. Despite that fact, I have many starts waiting for a little hard work to truly and honestly flesh them out. I especially can relate to this stanza: Once long ago the words came so easily, It was as if each breath Brought something wonderful That must be saved, shared, Savoredů Well done, and continued success with your own life's passions.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 08/30/08 at 11:56 AM

I think reluctance to write have visited all writers at some time or other for whatever reason, be it they feel they cannot tell the tale in their heart in a manner that suits them, or they simply cannot deal with the pain or joy related to such. For writing is surely exposing oneself to whatever rotten projectiles or bouquet of roses, they, ( whomever they are ) choose to toss or lay at your feet. nevertheless,. reluctance or not, writers are like that proverbial fruit tree whom it surely must pain not to share of its fruit. for what other purposes are fruit trees and writers but they give of their abundance, most abundantly, like you do Kate, most frequently.

Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/09/09 at 05:14 PM

How well I know that wasteland in which inspiration hides I know not where. Probably the dark spaces and corners and in the shadows hides the inspiration. Thanks, Kate.

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