“Breathless” by Rachel Nelson
dead lungs
black bladders
hang stiffly
from sins in a
crumbling cage
every breath
drawn at rest
nonetheless
a pained labor
for tissues
time turned
into lifeless
sere parchment
the least-made
exertions
trip desperate
cascades of
deep gasping
a breathlessness
drowning in
indifferent air
inescapable
penance for
nonchalant folly
offending the
most precious
gift of a life
penance now
come to due
during this
the last phase
of my moon
Writer Lynne Sargent
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Having COPD, I can relate to this!
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you have my empathy
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Not yet for me… but I am feeling the pains of both my reckless failures and my unsuspecting
successes.
Excellent snapshot.
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thanks kindly, zq
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Though I haven’t experienced COPD, wow, you made it easy to immerse myself in what it must be like. Thank you for sharing your work. Beautiful!
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I appreciate that very much
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The shape of your poem echos the constricted breathing the lungs struggle to force out. It must be awful.
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it’s frightening
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I’m so sorry, Paul.
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I worked home visitation hospice for a couple years. Worst one… or one of the worst… was a COPD sufferer. Not great. Never a smoker. Just drew the wrong card. You brought it in this poem. Good writing. Very good!
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I appreciate that more than I can say – thank you
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Reblogged this on davidbruceblog #2.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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Thank you Paul for giving us a snapshot of COPD and your experiencing it. As always, Dear Friend, you have penned such a beautiful poem. You have painted a masterpiece with your words that we can always treasure with your other memorable works of art, painted with your words! I really loved these lines – inescapable
penance for
nonchalant folly
Thank you for sharing your gift, Paul – R.I.P!!!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
Please Do NOT Miss – Paul Lenzi’s beautifully penned – COPD as posted on poesypluspolemics on July 1, 2018 Be sure and visit his blog and his archives while you still can!! R.I.P. Dear Paul!!
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I read something cool about ineffective breathing patterns here and it was cool too. Thank you for your post.
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