I
don’t think many or some nights anyone is reading what I write here. My poetry
this month hasn’t been as good as some in the past, I admit. I’m not well in
the zone, but I’ll keep trying as it is a good discipline. I write poetry from
time to time, but April is the only time I write a poem a day or try to do so.
This
month I feel like nothing is coming up new and it is mangled forms and words of
the past, but I must march on to get to the other side! Last night I cheated, because
nothing was coming and I was all tapped out, so I started earlier on this one
and wrote it during my son’s swim lesson as you can see from the title.
Swim Lessons
The
air is so dense
It
hits him from
When
he walks in
with
an odor
That
smells like only
Its
own asphyxiating mixture
Something
he once trembled
Balked
to enter into
Now
he slips silently
Into
the wet wonderland
To
learn, to escape, to exercise,
Body
getting the mind in line
To
serve him once more
Into
the breach
Of
boy meets manhood
Arms
turn over one, two,
Pause
and under he goes
To
come up for air
He
pushes forward to the wall
Just
a touch to turn around
And
start all over again
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