My last breath
Barefoot sprint to the calm river
Ears alert, other senses dulled
Ready to dive when the signal comes
Hitting the water at my last breath
Just enough air to finish this move
As my organs finally fail
Sliding gracefully into the flow
Arms stretched out in forward motion
To avoid making any waves
Happiness is a soft landing
A new ripple forms in the mud
Only the fishes will notice
Sandra Buckley May 2020
My working background is in health care where I first encountered Life Story Writing as a therapeutic means for terminally ill individuals to be remembered by. Since retiring I have tried to develop my own writing skills by changing from writing reports and essays to something more interesting and creative.
That’s how I came to join Spotland Scribblers Writing Group. I like to write mini stories and poetry but will participate in any writing project that stimulates me to get words down on paper. At times of writers drought I fall back on the principle of ‘One Haiku a Day’ just because……..
Sandra
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