The Swimmer

A wayward glance
can settle the race.
That — or a stroke that slips
sideways.
Pull hard and push
the water into ripples
behind you.
Channel energy
like a springtime
snow-melt swollen
river; it’s water
falling
in a rough and robust
frenzy.
Attack the turns, curl
into a ball and flip
like a fish.
Become a strange blend
of porpoise and eel.
Revel in the sublime strength
of your life.

Prompts: Wordle 67 and Adele Kenney’s challenge to write about a sport.

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16 thoughts on “The Swimmer

  1. Oh, yes. I swam competitively and this is it. I love how you captured, not just what it looks like, but how it feels. I love the poem.
    Channel energy
    like a springtime
    snow-melt swollen
    river
    You are right in your comment to me. I’m not sure we have ever had such a diverse response to wordle words.

  2. I enjoyed this, especially the lines ” revel in the sublime strength of your life” and “falling in a rough and robust frenzy.” You’ve created wonderful felt-imagery that even a non-swimmer like me can feel.

  3. Lovely images. You’ve captured the sport very well. I liked.. Channel energy /like a springtime
    snow-melt swollen river; I love how the words dance.

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