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I love hearing poetry recited and It's been a while since we've had a spoken word challenge. Let's read poetry out loud. I remember how nice it was to hear the voices of our Prosers when we had this challenge. Let's give it another go? You can recite your own poetry or choose a Proser to choose from your work to read. You can also choose to read another Proser's poetry if they allow you to. Post the link of your recording on your challenge entry. (sound cloud, google drive, etc.)
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Lacking Foundation - Poetry Reading

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https://soundcloud.com/user-332438986/lacking-foundation

Thank you for stopping by and taking the time to listen!

The description feature the poem written out to read along with, but it is here too if you prefer!

Her mind is a tree that is in the air

The air does not give her branches anything to grasp onto

So the act of grasping is her belief

She takes every opportunity to listen to the free radicals and particles

They react varyingly with her bark

And create small changes in her flora

As emotions are used to weigh whether they are toxic or not

She’s free floating fantastic

Like the unhinged astronaut in the deep void of space

She’s free to see every planet and touch every star

But her oxygen tank is emptying with every borrowed breath

Her roots are grasping down as her branches grasp up

Desperately trying to grab because they are both hungry

The air is an open ocean of endless potential

But it lacks physical sustenance

As she fills with air it takes away her insides

Flake after flake

The outer flesh is complete and pristine

But the inside is still as famished as it began

And it keeps her from being completely satisfied for longer than a gasp

She’s struggling internally

The act of grasping is good and she loves knowledge

But the nourishing and tangible ground is right underneath her

And she doesn’t want anything to do with it

So her tree starves and stops functioning properly

And uses the next best fuel

Left normally in reserve as supplementary

Pleasure

Until nothing good can be felt anymore

And the bitter fumes are all she’s left with

Until her agonized end and her paper thin outside dissipates

And the air completely consumes her