Shortness of breath

A breath shortened,

seized, silenced, 

shook out of the lungs,

hollowed not 

from your fall,

but by countless

chainsaws

crippling canopies,

robbing air

in pleural cavities.

About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
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9 Responses to Shortness of breath

  1. “robbing air

    in pleural cavities.”
    Love this!
    Jennifer

    • Thank you, Jennifer! This poem fell out of my brain in about 5 minutes. I just got back from being out in Nature and started thinking about the ‘wordless Wednesday’ posts I see every week. Without oxygen our world would be wordless in every sense of the expression. I remember the times when I fell out of a tree growing up and had the wind knocked out of me. In my poem, my lament is not for the singular self, it’s for the countless forests being cut down in the name of progress. Consequently, urban growth and globalization have either directly or indirectly impacted the overall (or plural) wellness of our planet. While breathing is an involuntary response, our actions are not. Our volition should be a paradigm that does not render life purposeless. Sorry for the long response, but I’ll use every last breath in my lungs to fight for Nature’s cause. Hope you are having a good day, my friend 🙂
      Cheers,
      Tyler

  2. words4jp says:

    I can relate to this – asthma. Especially now – I love nature but it does not like me or shall I say does not play nice. But I will pick nature any day to any other horrible alternative or terrible thing that here is taking place in the world.

    • I’m sorry to hear you have trouble with asthma, Kim. I have hay fever right now and have to take medication every morning so I don’t sneeze myself out the door. Never a bad day in the woods, as you noted. So too, I’m finding it hard to have an off day writing poetry, knock on wood 🙂
      Cheers,
      Tyler

  3. Fahdah Away says:

    “crippling canopies”, nice! I like.

    • Thank you, Fahdah Away! I appreciate your kind words, my friend. The hardest poems to write are those with so few words that they leave the reader breathless, quietly reflecting on the moment’s beautiful brevity. Being succinct is probably my most difficult task as a poet. Glad you enjoyed it! Hope you are having a good day!
      Cheers,
      Tyler 🙂

  4. wordshereandthere says:

    Reblogged this on snehafatehpuria18 and commented:
    Sensational

  5. Reblogged this on The ancient eavesdropper and commented:

    Trees are the champions of every breath I take tomorrow and today…

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