#315 of 365 – “mid-step”



death brushed too close to me

ruffled my sleeves


bits of my soul

pulled away like dead leaves


it swallowed my air

leaving skeleton breaths


my sense of belonging

and balance bereft


it was as if my feet

could no longer find the floor


mid-step between now

and eternity’s door


all comfort and measure of time

washed out to shore


About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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2 Responses to #315 of 365 – “mid-step”

  1. pi314chron says:

    Nice! There are elements of Emily Dickinson’s “Because I Could Not Stop for Death” in this whole poem, especially the first two lines.
    Read it again here to be inspired for a brand new poem:



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