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Am I Sinking or Am I Swimming?
Floating in the possibilities of what I could be
Sinking into the doubt of becoming nothing
Am I sinking or am I swimming?
Jumping into the water of opportunity falling into the waters depths of rejection
Am I sinking or am I swimming?
Eyes open wide, the water is clear, showing the many wonders of the ocean
Eyes closed shut, Darkness is engulfing, w...
Saturday 27th September 2025 2:29 am
Haiku for 2025 [No.18. Wibbit!]
‘scuse my croaky voice,
went swimming in the old pond,
that frog’s in my throat.
Wednesday 28th May 2025 7:20 am
Never Let Me Go
Floating on my back
weightless in the turquoise water
off the shores of Koh Phi Phi
Been living hard, too long
All these years without a break
Now, I watch the crust of duty
gently peeled from damp eyelashes
Invisible hands, unburdening me
O, never let me go…
The water’s warm against my wrists
joyous tears kissing the brine
caught upon the tide of living
gratefully tangled in this un...
Monday 17th March 2025 12:14 pm
skinny dipping
skinny dipping
I saw the two of you at the spring
skinny dipping
splashing and having fun
were you on your lunch break
or did you call in sick?
if he ever swims away
you know that I am here
with goggles and snorkel tube
to show you things you have never seen before
Saturday 4th June 2022 8:16 pm
Why the hell did I agree to this
School swimming lesson
The hell of nineteen wet kids
To get dried and dressed
Tuesday 2nd October 2018 2:53 pm
Danger! No Swimming
A poem for Manchester Art Gallery
Lily of the water, Nymph thou art
Perfect buds rising from cold dark depths
Flower faeries with alabaster skin emerging
Waxen ivory clothing a golden heart
Show love! Watch over this foolish boy
Who would risk all amongst your beauty,
Careless haste for pleasure clouding wisdom
Your ancient roots may yet ensnare his joy
Th...
Friday 16th February 2018 2:31 pm
Gower
The sand was always hot
beside the white dunes and the coarse grass
The sea was always blue
between the black rocks and the horizon haze
The beach was always ours
between the seagull shout and the distant crowd
We were always alone
between the far world and our near union
We swa...
Monday 29th January 2018 11:59 am

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