Sigh, Then Swoon

When did we stop swooning?

In '40s films, it happens on cue;

A rapid sigh, then a swoon.

A couch, a crouch, arms to fall into.

 

Much more enticing to swoon,

rather than to pass-out, gasping.

Feel the passion, the joie de vivre;

the dizzy disorientation, the grasping.

 

Swoon, supine upon the earth

that brought forth flowers

and trees and grass and more,

arbors, orchards, bowers.

 

Call it a faint, a momentary lapse;

Feel it and feel it fine--

We are alive, let us show it.

and in our vulnerability, recline.

 





Poetry by William Hughes The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2026-04-28 at 17:49

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I agree with Melinda here, the way you portray a swoon makes it both exciting and a positive interpretation of awe. What creates that awe in us of course varies from one to another, and perhaps the mood of the moment. Blessings, Allen
2026-04-28


Melinda K Zarate The PoetBay support member heart!
William, I’m not sure I’ve ever swooned. Well, once or twice when my blood pressure took a sudden drop, but never a swoon coming from being overcome from intense emotion. Actually, it sounds rather lovely the way you express it here.
Sincerely,
Melinda
2026-04-28