Climate Changed


imageShe decided to breathe on only odd-numbered days.
A conservation strategy to help the planet and herself
waste less energy expanding and contracting her lungs,
taking in all that good oxygen from around her,
and with every exhale,
replacing it with damaging carbon dioxide.

She briefly wondered if anyone would notice her blue periods,
which would necessarily be punctuated by silence,
as all words are mostly made of air.

Her undertaking was short-lived, as was she.

And she never did learn that no one noted the loss of her words,
or of her.

April 2015
Julie Ayers
NaPoWriMo Day 19


One response »

  1. Ok, I liked this and it certainly made me “feel” as poetry should but dang – it made my heart hurt and made me cry! Stop it! Wouldn’t it be so awesomely cool if somehow we could all simultaneously breathe with intent, only happy breath into this universe as to share it with everyone and everything
    to remove all sadness, depression, loneliness, hopelessness, anger, disease ……… 😘 I know – how ’bout a cute, sweet, funny poem next or down the road soon to give me back a little smidgen of hope ??? C’mon please 🐥💖

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