so...a poem i was looking for specifically, dated January 8th 2006. for my swimming buddy.
forging through crisp water
hands slice, sculpt with
quiet pattering -
i'm an underwater thing.
i exhale, taking you
beneath surface.
but you are no fish and
sink without ceremony.
(there's a part 2 to this that's bad and emo.)
3 comments:
i remember this! (methinks)
i love how short poems let you focus on sound- like how the round vowel in "sculpt" calls to mind the curve of your hands as you go through the water and the sharp sounds in "crisp water..pattering" mimic water being disturbed.
i really like the cheeky ending lines. this poem is very endearing
p.s.
post the second part!
p.p.s.
when you noted the date i, of course, jumped up to find it in one of my journals. this was written during the winter holidays two years ago?
that's when we went to coney island =)
hehe, yes indeedy it was that winter. and you can probably guess who this was about...
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