My life began with a good swim,
a strong inhalation, initiation
into its ocean of air
where I sometimes float
in the calmness of a puffy cloud.
But so often turbulence propels
me to streams of consciousness
uncharted, full of colorful
creatures, some beautiful,
others huge, threatening, frightful.
Then I must alternate my breathing,
use the backstroke, begin again,
practice using stronger strokes.
I flap around a lot.
Life will spill me out someday.
I hope I swim
gracefully by then.
This is a poem I so wish I had written. Brilliant, Myrna!!!! This is exactly right!!!!
ReplyDeleteDelightfully on target, elegently simple truth. I, too, hope to be able to swim gracefully by the end!
ReplyDeleteI will settle for floating gracefully. Swimming would be a bonus. Great poem - thank you.
ReplyDeleteyou will swim throught it gracefully. the evocative tone makes this a prayer of sort
ReplyDeleteswimming gracefully is the only way to live this life...wish i could do that too...
ReplyDeleteGreat view on life, that it is a swim.
ReplyDeleteI love that last stanza, it's a great way to finish a poem and a life! :-)
ReplyDeleteGreetings from London.
Myrna,
ReplyDeleteA graceful progression through life itself. I could hear music from your words!!!
Eileen
I remember learning to swim / easier than learning how to swim the currents of life. Nicely done Myrna
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