Skip to main content


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.

Easy on Sunday Scribblings
Poetry Pantry on Poets United


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 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!

Popular posts from this blog

Thirteen 13-word Quotes

1. I may be wrong , but I have never found deserting friends conciliates enemies.
Margot Asquith
, British Political Hostess (1864-1945)
2. Man's love is of man's life a thing apart; Girls aren't like that
Kingsley Amis, English novelist and poet (1922-1995) "A Book Idyll"
~ see possible origin, also a 13-word quote: Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, 'Tis woman's whole existence
Lord Byron (1788-1824)
3. An autobiography is an obituary in serial form with the last instalment missing. Quentin Crisp, English writer The Naked Civil Servant (1968)
4. Happy the hare at morning for she cannot read the hunter's waking thoughts. W.H. Auden, English poet (1907-73) Dog Beneath the Skin
5. Kissenger brought peace to Vietnam the same way Napoleon brought peace to Europe. (by losing)
Joseph Heller, American novelist (1923- )
6. Guns aren't lawful; Nooses give; Gas smells awful; You might as well live.
Dorothy Parker, American critic and humorist (1893…

Sense and Sensibility: 200th anniversary

In 1811 Thomas Egerton of Whitehall, London published Sense and Sensibility. Quick math shows it has been two centuries since Jane Austen became a full-fledged author.

Quite an anniversary, indeed. A celebration, I declare.

Blogs regarding the publication anniversary of this romance novel picture Jane Austen's engagements whilst making the final touches of her manuscript from Sloane Street. In letters to her sister Cassandra, Jane gave accounts of her shopping for muslin, the party that their brother Henry and SIL Eliza gave; mentioned several acquaintances, and referred to her book as S and S.

As a fan I wonder which between sense and sensibility did JA deem more important since she portrayed both attributes equally well. I'm obliged to enthuse over my S & S reading experience. Alas, I only managed fourteen chapters before getting sidetracked by another novel, the very first that JA wrote. I will resume and complete my affair with the celebrant before 2011 ends.

This post i…


The Rumford is a much more efficient way to heat a room than earlier fireplaces....(Wikipedia on Benjamin Thompson, Count Rumford, designer of tall, shallow fireplaces which are now known as the Rumford, was an Anglo-American physicist known for his investigations of heat)Living in the tropics, I have been in close proximity with only three fireplaces in my life. There was an unused one in the home of my college professor in the Philippines. The other one from which I could feel the heat and see the fire dancing was in a hotel lobby in the Yorkshire Moors. Picture taking was quick. Two old ladies were having tea by it, but that was my first ever real fireplace experience, and I loved it. The latest I have touched is the one in Jane Austen's imaginary Northanger Abbey.
The fireplace, where she had expected the ample width and ponderous carvings of former times, was contracted to a Rumford, with slabs of plain though handsome marbles, and ornament over it of the prettiest English ch…