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Submitted by ana on Sun, 04/13/2008 - 9:14pm.
sometimes life sneaks up on you
and takes your breath away
in good ways
and not.
and sometimes. you can't think beyond breathing.
and sometimes you can't breathe...beyond thinking.
So you try to do neither.
But breathing takes over
your thinking.
and
Life keeps
Sneaking up on you. all the time.
Boo.
for me, i pronounced the
for me, i pronounced the title of this poem: *sneeze.* for me, this spelling is a preferrable onomatopoeia to "ha-choo," which is not the way I sneeze at all. no, my sneezes are much more untidy, much sloppier than the aforementioned "ha-choo" can possibly describe. women--maybe women articulate "ha-choo" sneezes. but here, YOU are a woman, who sneezes like i do, with an everpresent semicolon snapped in there between two vowels.
sneezes certainly take one's breath away; however, i view them as rather indifferent (phlegmatic, if you will). Necessary protocol of the body to rid. the pauses in this poem make it read like a sneeze....okay, it reads at least breathlessly--which is what you're going for. so good job. also. the boo. at the end...sneaks up on you. applause.
thank you. for
thank you.
for everything.
me.