Sunday, July 12, 2015

Expiration

Shivering and straining
from  the bottom of the belly.
Muscles rivering behind the breath.
Dizzy at the edge of an eye and hot,
but for the cool, blue clutch of her hand.  I am

keeping vigil
for the next wet
exhalation

The next weak whisper.

Expiration.

For Poetry Pantry at Poets United

21 comments:

Liz Rice-Sosne said...

Good, very, very good. And although not a "clever subject" a clever use of language.

Gemma Wiseman said...

The 'cool blue clutch of her hand' complements and contrasts with the heat burning through this poem. So lovely.

Sylvia K said...

Oh, yes, indeed!! And you are a master in the clever use of language, MZ!! Hope you have a great new week!!

brudberg said...

Not easy to keep that vigil.. that expiration is devastating.. i feel a loved one passing...

Gail said...

I have experienced this but could not say it so wonderfully.

Mary said...

I find myself breathing slower and slower as I read this poem!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Yes. This is how it is. As always , you nail it. Strong you, to hold her hand as she fought through those last breaths. We fight for breath coming into the world, fight our breaths as we leave.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Powerful write! Such images are hard to describe.. you have done such a beautiful job. Well penned!

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

You always totally nail it!

Sumana Roy said...

infirmity, pain, sorrow and the strength to bear all this in front of our eyes pierce deeply..."I am /

keeping vigil
for the next wet
exhalation

The next weak whisper."........not an easy job & my favorite lines..

Kerry O'Connor said...

Sitting beside the sick bed creates a certain kind of panic and helplessness which you have conveyed all too well.

Donna@LivingFromHappiness said...

Beautiful words to express such a difficult subject...being there with a love one as they leave this world...fabulous contrasts in language.

Fireblossom said...

...and the MZ trademark double meaning to "expiration".

Jae Rose said...

Such a powerful poem..sometimes however hard we wish to hold on there reaches a point when it is kinder to 'let go'..alleviate the pain of strained expiration...

soulsmusic said...

Potent and vivid. Never an easy or simple moment. Thank you for doing it justice,

Elizabeth

Susan said...

Oh! You must have been there for this! How we assist at birth, how we assist at death/expiration, how we assist God in the world, how our hands are necessary, how the temperature changes, the grip, the waiting. Thank you.

G L Meisner said...

Well written.

Vinay Leo R. said...

Breathless poetry, and well written. :)

Loredana Donovan said...

So poignant ~ it's painful to watch a loved one die, but hopefully you brought her some comfort.

Old Egg said...

Having been in such a situation I can empathize with the beautiful way this poem is written. When we lose someone we often say "If only I had seen them before they died and I could have said a last goodbye".

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