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The Sea That We Can Breathe
It flows around us and throughout the trees,
The ghost that shrieks and sighs, and all unseen,
It shivers at each word we speak. It sees
Our tongues and teeth that shape just what we mean,
And flows with ripples in each stirring breeze
That carries bits of being in between
The pollinated blooms that make us sneeze
And our beleaguered noses, all unclean.
It bears the dust and smoke aloft, serene,
And rises in the warmth with practiced ease.
Its waves toss clouds in every stormy scene,
Fill baby’s cries, and every dying wheeze.
All hope and hate, each curse and every prayer,
It bears with perfect poise of laissez-faire.
The ghost that shrieks and sighs, and all unseen,
It shivers at each word we speak. It sees
Our tongues and teeth that shape just what we mean,
And flows with ripples in each stirring breeze
That carries bits of being in between
The pollinated blooms that make us sneeze
And our beleaguered noses, all unclean.
It bears the dust and smoke aloft, serene,
And rises in the warmth with practiced ease.
Its waves toss clouds in every stormy scene,
Fill baby’s cries, and every dying wheeze.
All hope and hate, each curse and every prayer,
It bears with perfect poise of laissez-faire.
If I'm reading right, this is kind of a personification of air? All the nasty things it does, but we need it to live. i like the word choices here, the rhymes all work well, and the syllable count is constant, but there's not quite a regular rhythm to it. You can force it into iambic pentameter if you want to, but it ends up sounding odd with that stress pattern. Pretty good.