You have to swim here.
Kick to keep afloat,
and scoop the water
with arms winged
of a weightless body.
Dug out by the flow,
a pool deepened
masked by track
is thick green
right to the sand,
easy to pretend
I know this place.
to be tricked.
Safety in confidence
Water washes all clear
but to where,
will it come to shore
A prompt mash up tonight. Ending on a question for NaPoWriMo Day Two and ‘Cascade‘ for dVersePoetsPub poetics night.
The finishing question is perfect… flowing water is all about leaving, but somewhere far way lies the shore
Thank you Bjorn, I’m glad you enjoyed the poem.
“Where water meets other water” is one of my favorite poetic lines, and your poem reminds me of it .
I’m glad I could bring up a good memory
It feels like a sheltering place you know very well. I like the words you chose for your poem.
You are welcome.
This was a fine read Carol, and like Bjorn, I am captivated by your ending wuestion…
Thank you Rob, I’m glad to hear you enjoyed it
I just absolutely love that first line!
Thank you very much
A good contemplation on knowledge and how we move to new levels of (un)awareness, as a cascade falls and pools and falls… The water washing the clear away is a good reminder to not rush anything.
An intriguingly contemplative poem of thoughts cascading like water…
Nice last stanza. Water washes it all away, but it comes back again.