I’m diving,
slicing water,
breathless,
drowning.
I’m racing,
building speed,
breathless,
crashing.
I’m going,
aiming high
breathless,
exploding.
.
.
This sounds like something terrible is unfolding, but all is well, just having a busy, breathless kind of day! 🙂
Shawn L. Bird 
Days like these are so memorable!
They are if you write poetry about them. 😉
Amazing poem 😊
Thanks.
It is always a fine day, when one aims high!
Aiming somewhere at least gets you going in the right direction, even if things don’t work out quite the way one anticipated!
Just make sure have a parachute when you land and are able to catch your breathe 🙂
If I don’t have a parachute, all the breath will be irrelevant!
:)!
Another outstanding poem!! There is so much energy in your poem that I was out of breath when I came to the last word in it!
Thanks, Kevin.
I know what you mean!! I have those unremarkable, breathless days. The “high” feeling of extreme, even when not any kind of drug. That feeling of soaring. Well, I get it. Thats all.
🙂
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