Do you know people like this? 
Swimmer
She looks at me in sorrow,
Tears glistening through sudden glassiness
And I feel her slip away
Into safety
Her form becomes hazy,
Fading into obscurity
As she slips beneath the surface, distorted
Into the shadows
She moves through life
Submerged, beyond reaching
Riding far away currents, slowly dissolving
Into silence
But I live for the moments
When she breaks the surface
Glistening and vibrant, breathing sweet air
Into our lives.
Please check out the other poems at Friday Poetry Fest, hosted by Jenne' - thank you!
5 comments:
Oh I love this...the way it closes just had me looking for some water to see her return! Lovely!
Such an interesting choice of metaphor, which could stand for either death or birth, depending on how you read it.
Beautiful, Zoe. I recognize this person: some of the time that would describe yours truly. xxxj
Really beautiful write. That first stanza creates an incredibly vivid picture.
Thanks, Everyone, for stopping by and for your comments. Kerry - I hadn't thought about birth or death - I love hearing what other people see!
Jen- me too!
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