Breathing Poetry

Written by Holly Dunlap
She lives in Watkinsville, Georgia, USA.
Her blog: Lost Kite

New Year’s Poem

In the beginning there was paper
blank loud neat
and no one understood the
newness,

except the red wine that swam
in my mouth
and shadows of moving bodies
moving blades

and dotted lines on the road
that didn't make the cars
drive straight.
(we were all drinking)

It took too long for someone
to focus on the blank paper
to pull the water-glued
pages apart.

Puddles of ink
migrate. We all stop
breathing.

One day
there won't be any place to
bleed,

and new is as new does,
so pull the ink along the page,
fill the pages
with light.

Originally published on writer's personal blog.
Posted with consent of the writer.