517 Exhaling a Poem

Posted on March 18, 2016 by Ken Greenman

I can’t breathe!
My brain gonna bust.
I’ve got to exhale!
Something!
Anything!
Like
“…the washing machines
buzz
at the end
of the cycle”
Got to get it
down on paper
even if only to start
the next load,
maybe the sheets
and pillow cases.
It doesn’t matter
as long as I can
inhale life
and exhale poetry
again.
again.
again.

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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