Poem: Wheezing

You are silent

without speaking

You are insightful

without inciting

You seem to know

without knowing

You are perceptive

without perceiving

You are snazzy

in your red bowtie

sitting softy

on your plush behind

silently flapping invisible wings

Only your eyes

can tell the story

of a broken-hearted man

coughing and wheezing

a neglected soul

alone in a sand storm.


Freelance writer, poet, yogi and photographer from Santa Barbara, California. I write and take pictures about a variety of topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia, to my years as a family therapist, and finally to my soul-searching years in California. The things that move me may have a humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry, pictures and stories resonate with you.

4 comments on “Poem: Wheezing

  1. Irene Ruiz

    Glad your back!

  2. Theresa Ruiz

    You just started my day in the right way, Mark. Oh how I love to giggle as I read the article that’s linked to this thoughtful poem. So sweet. I’m so glad the “kids” have a good home with you and Alice. Say hello to them for me.

    • Doughboy is a bit of a troublemaker and often gets Wheezy in trouble. We’ll talk more about how we should discipline Doughboy later. Thanks for reading, Mark.

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