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swim

Slip into the pool

First strokes move

Woman to water,

My rhythm settles

I reach out  hands to touch

This  tangible metamorphosis.

‘Cuisses de grenouille’

 amphibious in this element

 thoughts float through my mind,

I release them in the wake

In water, impermanence

is reality

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winston plowes

Tue 20th Apr 2010 18:28

made me think of a birthing pool Carole! another lovely thing. Win

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Louise Fazackerley

Mon 19th Apr 2010 21:44

another beautiful poem. i like the 'woman to water' bit- it makes me think of a swan landing and the reference to menopause makes it all real somehow. i want to connect. dead good x

Rachel Bond

Mon 19th Apr 2010 07:43

i ve stolen your word amphibuous for my poem apocolypse heart. its also got a lot of water in it but is not calm at all. this is peaceful and serene. 'first strokes move woman to water'...moves me to poem. i like your writing carole x

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Francine

Sat 17th Apr 2010 16:43

I like this poem Carole - It has a very calming affect...
I especially like these lines:

'thoughts float through my mind,
I release them in the wake
In water, impermanence
is reality'

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Chris Dawson

Sat 17th Apr 2010 16:37

Back on form. Well written. Well done.
Cx

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kealan coady

Sat 17th Apr 2010 15:01

thought provoking and deep, two great qualities for a poem to have and both are present here.

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