Floating

Lake Windermere on a stormy June day

Below is a short poem I wrote earlier this week when I was struggling with the overwhelming workload I always have this time of year.

 

Deep water frightens me
Whenever it’s too deep to stand
Despite swimming lessons
I’m much happier on dry land
 
Swimming is a struggle
I fear I will drown if I stop
Can I learn to lie back
And peacefully float on the top?
 
Floating seems so easy
But you must abandon your will
Trusting the deep water
Will hold you up, and just keep still

The Solent (between Lymington and the Isle of Wight)

Welcome to my new blog. I have been writing more poetry lately and wanted a place to post it along with some of my photos. I hope you'll enjoy this little glimpse into my world.

First a little poem about me:

Late bloomer baby-boomer finds her voice at last
Telling tales of mystery, unraveling the past
Writing quirky poems to reflect a life miscast

And one of my favorite photos from my backyard last year:

I do love my mountain view!