Truly I have missed the warmth of your cold embrace.
The pull of my arms upon your soft strength.
Your calm tickles along my back…
my welcome back.
Queues become scans.
Coins become lockers,
that lead into the pleasing quiverings,
of shivering deliverance.
A kick then three strokes, into a breath,
over and over,
continuously…
until the end of my allotted hour.
This is the only place where my body and mind move in harmony,
whilst working in equal capacity.
On some lengths my body weakens and my mind strengthens,
and on other lengths my mind weakens and my body strengthens.
A pleasing contrast, an intriguing contradiction,
anchored in the clarity of your crystal waters.
As I disembark and sink into the seat of my car,
so often a route to stress,
I lift my aching arms to my wheel,
and revel in the contemplation and reflection
of today’s dip and tomorrow’s ship.
I don’t know where I’m sailing,
but as long as I’m swimming and breathing,
and always longing for my next chance for air,
I don’t really care.
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Author:
Brimelow (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Went for my second swim since pre-Covid (used to go 4x/week). Reminded me of how important it is to me - feel at home in the water.
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I am just reading a book where the main character uses swimming to achieve that peace within them as you do Brimelow.
Andy
Great poem . I like your choice of words 🙂
'Queues become scans.
Coins become lockers,
that lead into the pleasing quiverings,
of shivering deliverance.
A kick then three strokes, into a breath,
over and over,
continuously…
until the end of my allotted hour.'
immersive, truly
and worded wonderfully instinctive
in poetic 'feel': a masterful skill..
thanks for sharing, dear poet
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