From Our First Breath
Tiny Lights, Poem 15
“From our first breath to our last, like gold…each new breath an immaculate resurrection coming and going far too fast, truth be told.”
The inspiration for this poem…
I love slam poetry! This is my first attempt at writing my own slam poem. A good one has plenty of rhythm and/or rhyme and carries passion about something that makes it easy to deliver with a punch. This one was about nothing less than the very air that we start life with and the very last breath we take. Some poems come from the pure delight of playing with an idea and crafting the words just so- this is a perfect example of that. I am still in the process of learning how to deliver it like a true slam poet, but I am working on it. Beware all you slam poets out there- and please don’t ever stop what you’re doing!
Writing/Meditation Prompts:
Sit down next to your greatest passion. Soak in what you most admire about it. If you were going to passionately defend it or persuade someone else to admire it like you do, what would you say or do?
Write your own using these guidelines. Read it in front of the mirror. Take it to a slam poetry night or just a friend! Enjoy the way it will get your blood moving.
Make a list of the only things worth being passionate about. Or the things you can’t live without. What makes the final cut and why?
Write something with a distinct rhythm or rhyme. Read it with a beat. Have some fun while you’re at it. :D