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We are having yet another
industrial revolution,
the pollution of all things
sane, the
(turn, turn, turn)
of seasons slanted to
-ward (something off).
Scoff if you will, with
your smoke-filled lungs
and your unquiet voice
rising into all this haze.
If I’ve only got a few
days to go,
I’m gonna spend ’em
b r e a t h i n g.
.
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I love this:
“the pollution of all things
sane, the
(turn, turn, turn)
of seasons slanted to
-ward (something off).” … Fan-tastic double meaning in “to ward something off” and “toward something off.”
YES to the last stanza.
Also, “smoke’s tacks.” This means all the things this girl called “Smoke” tacks up on her corkboard to remember for later. 🙂
Fantastic poem!
I think revolution/pollution build up a splendid pair… and of course the double meaning of revolutions as in wheels a-turning… Yes I want to spend my days breathing as well.
I’m drawn to “industrial revolution, the pollution of all things” – that’s wonderful mix of terms or sounds.
Loved this. Breathing is good.
A bit of advice from an old friend of mine… “Don’t forget to breathe. It’s a sure way to prove you’re alive!”
well, just Wow! that ending is powerful
excellent- breathing is a good thing!
Embrace life with everything we have! Wonderful.