look past the obvious
sometimes that
smooth surface
is a false calm
wrapping a rip
that long
tidal swallow
the initiated
know to float with
because fighting
means tiring
& drowning
do not resist
an element
this hungry
let it carry you
past the pull
save strength
for that long swim back
& for breathing
I like this. Some things, you do not fight – you jusgt flow with your feelings and ride the waves, floating!
Yes, some forces you just have to let carry you, willing or not.
Flowing words … lovely poem Susan
Thanks
Reminds me of one of my favourite songs. My old blog carried an extrapolation of part of the lyrics as its title. Ohhhh… Paris Train, Beth Orton. I loved her play with swim, and you invoked the feel with your words.
Cool! Glad you liked
There are levels to this like a parable ! Bravo! Lovingly, Deb
Thanks, Deb!
Nice flow
Thanks so much, C!