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Easy

I watch, I listen
it comes naturally
I get into the water
I kick and flip over
Dog paddle
and breast stroke
I gasp for air
and choke
When flutters the Butterfly
I might as well Crawl
and forget Freestyle
It sounds quite easy
But a stone sinks
very easily.

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Comments

Jae Rose said…
What a delicately written piece..learning how to swim in this world is a tricky job..Jae
scape said…
i love the play with words...
and empathy with being a stone style swimmer
Sherri B. said…
This poem is about swimming, but yet it is not...it speaks to so much more than strokes in the water. Lovely!
PhotoDiction said…
You caught how I often feel in the water. I too, am a stone, destined to sink while my children seem to effortlessly float. I guess that's, in some ways, the way of progress. Or evolution ;)
Laura Maria said…
Love the last three lines!!
Anya said…
Lovely poem Hazel

hugs from us all
Anonymous said…
I really liked this, it was simply written but beautiful as well.
Ravenblack said…
A bit humorous when I picture it.I guess if one feels like a stone, it's very hard to be like a butterfly. Enjoyed this fun and light piece.
Hazel said…
@Ravenblack, I'm glad to learn I produce something humorous when I'm crazy. Almost everything around me has been insane recently. Wrote this piece gobbling up lunch and during a five-minute break at work yesterday.
Wendy said…
There are so many activities deemed easy. They should come naturally. For instance, I assumed all dogs could swim...until my dog nearly drowned the first time I took him out. There is danger in assumption, obviously :)
Swimming like a stone works for me. Sinking is easier than swimming. Great poem!
Ha ha, I can relate to this!

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