23:52
Dunking down
like a bobbing apple,
the movement
looks exhausting
and slows him
to a painful speed
that causes a
traffic of swimmers
behind.
What does he search for
within the water’s depths?
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
23:52
Dunking down
like a bobbing apple,
the movement
looks exhausting
and slows him
to a painful speed
that causes a
traffic of swimmers
behind.
What does he search for
within the water’s depths?
23:51
Human splash zone’s
absence settles the
water and calms the waves.
Was it too small for him,
unable to sweep his presence
without leaving spluttering angry swimmers?
Or perhaps he quit altogether,
his daily escape
no longer an option.
23:50
Solid orange of unyielding
disappointment,
announcing a broken
connection that no resetting
will fix,
it screams for the attention
of a professional,
and refuses to budge
until one appears…
Tomorrow,
between the hours
of eight and three.
Predicted but not believed
its forthcoming still shocked
the forewarned
as the streets
hide under layers of white
and conceal
their scars beneath.
Freezer blues,
four hours of frigid air
and bated movements.
Boiling water thaws trapped dirt
for only moments before it
solidifies and cocoons
in a transparent prison.
Scrape and struggle to clear away
ice-encased mistakes
and see if anything
looks better.
Miss. Eventually
too scared of life to try
too stuck in stillness to care,
fake comfort masks
the deadly threat
of not moving
until all crumbles away
and there’s nowhere left
to go, nowhere even
fit to fail.
23:46
Count my steps
rate my fitness,
does my dedication
satisfy enough
to slim my fat
and build my muscles?
Am I making progress
at all?
23:45
Your car is on the drive
at eight a.m.
so you have no plans, right?
We can block you in
and shove ladders, scaffolding,
our presence in the way,
working on a house
that isn’t even yours.
You have no life, right?
You weren’t about to head
to the gym and try
better yourself.
So stay inside and
listen to our awful
music blasting
into your confidence,
shredding the
little you finally built.
A quick update today. I’m doing a lot of fitness challenges during March time, and also trying to write a piece for an anthology submission.
I’m doing a swimming challenge, a gym based one and two cancer research uk ones. One is to walk at least 10,000 steps everyday in March and the other is a custom one I set to walk, run and swim 2023 miles for the year 2023.
If anyone is interested in sponsoring me I’ll include the links. But otherwise this might explain why I’ll probably be posting walking/exercising based poems for a while.
https://fundraise.cancerresearchuk.org/page/kathleens-walk-all-over-cancer-giving-page-40
https://fundraise.cancerresearchuk.org/page/400-miles-in-2023
23:44
Story plots that confused
years ago are now
relatable with time’s help.
Maturity changes views,
once scoffing at a character’s weakness
now seeing the internal struggle
and strength they have
when they choose
to carry on,
move on,
remember their mistakes
but still make
an effort to live.