No Pool No Page

Writing a poem is like jumping

Into the deep end of the pool.

Think too much and I’ll remember

I never learned to swim

It’s always best to let go

Flail a bit with arms and legs

Feel my skin dissolve into nothingness

Let my essence lead the way

Let the water in me

Commune with the water around me

As if there is no pool and no paper

As if all is Poetry

3 thoughts on “No Pool No Page

    1. Thank you, sweet friend. Always such a treat to hear your thoughts, to find you here. Blessings and peace to you, Alice and Willow! *willows in mist**pawprints in snow*

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