have you tried a weighted blanket?
Poetry Corner
Breath. Mania. Breath. Fury. Breath. Terror— Lightning in veins, barbed wire in chest.
Pacing grooves into hardwood,
hands conducting an orchestra of nothing.
Time dissolves like sugar in rain.
Tuesday bleeds into never.
The world crashes in—
a symphony of knives.
(The algorithm chirps: Have you tried—
a weighted blanket?)Then: A steady hand. A cup of tea. One heartbeat. Two. Not enough to trust— but enough to taste calm.
Until— Breath. Panic. Breath. Spinning. Breath. Gone.
Yet— A breath unfurls, slow as a fern at dawn. Peace will return, a shy cat at the doorstep. Not today. Not gracefully. But as sure as tide follows tide.
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“Breath unfurls like a fern at dawn” love this line. For some reason I always confuse breath with breathe. So I read the first part as breathe and the second as breath. Still works. I enjoy your poetry.
“…tide follows tide”
Oh boy another one. It’s just really good isn’t it
The length, how it’s put together
It just does it for me. That’s what I want when I open a book of poetry. Haha! 😊
I wrote one about budgies, it is not sense-making in a linear way. I sometimes write and each line follows the one before, and it doesn’t seem like anything else can be said at that moment. You dig?
https://substack.com/@thealfalfamail/note/p-157733760?r=3zkd2z&utm_medium=ios&utm_source=notes-share-action