This week’s poem on finding inspiration in our best selves.
Again
Starting, she was on the edge,
wind from below,
alert, lean, sharp.
Her rapid pulse drummed tempo.
Acute angled collar bones,
shadowed hollows, gleaming curves.
Later she got soft.
Comfortable, complaisant,
laughable love handles, easy habits
set calm pace, set cool mood.
Now, doors have slammed,
there’s a thumping
in her chest.
She’s going back – to the beginning.
Dhaka 2014
Yes, I am also asking: What is the poet asking?
Yes, you’ve taken an out of the ordinary subject for a poem and made a very worthy and poetic piece of work. The sort of poem that could be put in front of a class, asking them what is the poet asking?