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MY LAST BREATH - A NEW POEM BY SANDRA BUCKLEY

My last breath

Barefoot sprint to the calm river

Ears alert, other senses dulled

Ready to dive when the signal comes

Hitting the water at my last breath

Just enough air to finish this move

As my organs finally fail

Sliding gracefully into the flow

Arms stretched out in forward motion

To avoid making any waves

Happiness is a soft landing

A new ripple forms in the mud

Only the fishes will notice

Sandra Buckley May 2020


My working background is in health care where I first encountered Life Story Writing as a therapeutic means for terminally ill individuals to be remembered by. Since retiring I have tried to develop my own writing skills by changing from writing reports and essays to something more interesting and creative.


That’s how I came to join Spotland Scribblers Writing Group. I like to write mini stories and poetry but will participate in any writing project that stimulates me to get words down on paper. At times of writers drought I fall back on the principle of ‘One Haiku a Day’ just because……..


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