I was a competitive swimmer many moons ago.


Australian Crawl

Stroke
Hands cupped slighty
Grasps liquid fluidity
Pull to opposite hip
kick

Stroke
Muffled ears strain to hear
Opposite lane water caress
kick

Stroke
Full speed strain to concrete wall
Approaching head first
Flip spin no hand touch
Feet spring off the wall
kick

Breathe
Head turns chlorinated odor gasp
Hips roll ever so slight

Stroke
Water fills the mouth for a moment
Subtle chemical taste spit out
Kick

Stroke
Legs burn
Lungs ache
Arms deaden
Kick

Slap the wall done



Poetry by Kee Zealy The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-04-13 at 04:02

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melanie sue
Determination with a focused goal to succeed......I think of this poem as a metaphor for life.....very well written and a delightful read.
2009-04-17


Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
I'm a hopeless swimmer and yet I still got this... ah: 100 metres was it??? :) Well written and Thanks for taking us along.
2009-04-13