PROMPT #424 – “HEY, THAT’S MY LINE!” #6

Today we return to one of our favorite exercises: Take a line from someone else’s poem posted at Poetic Bloomings and, for the moment, make it your own. You may use it as your title. Or you might consider using it in the body of your fresh new poem. Either way, be sure to credit the poet and poem from which it came.  Have fun!

MARIE’S POEM

How I Long to Speak to Comets

He sang the universe
into existence.
An estimated one septillion
stars,
each with a name
given by Him.
Oh, to be bestowed
the voice of an angel
to have sung with Him a star. 
Just one.
And oh, how I long to speak
to comets.
To utter one sound
one note the comets comprehend,
then to soar on their tails,
singing praise to the One
who fashioned us. 

© Marie Elena Good, 2023


“How I long to speak to comets” from Damon Dean’s A Comet, Green





WALT’S POEM

HARD TO BREATHE

She took the breath
Of an unguarded heart,
Leaving me gasping
For the air I crave.
I cannot save myself 
So I sit still in silent
Contemplation, my station
Is my prison, a decision
To inhale deeply rests
On an uncertain heart. 
You start to pray for
A resuscitation to recover
From the strangulation. 
Amorous asthma rules the day.
In silence, breath wheezes loudly.

(C) Walter J Wojtanik - 2023

From PONDERINGS OF AN ASTHMATIC by William Preston

In silence, breath wheezes loudly.