Poem -

Treading Water

Treading Water

What is stamina 
With poor technique?

Physically strong 
But mentally weak

Trying to keep up with the athletes 
Who are at their peak
 
Watch how they
Gracefully glide through the pool
Faces down In the water

This is to swim properly 
Can't do it
Although I ought'er 

All I manage is to ungracefully
Tread water
Every time I immerse my head
I cough and I splutter

Just the cold of the water gives me the chills
Bukowski 
Gibran
Blake... 
Lend me some gills

Meaningful metaphors 
Dictated by rhyme
Creates prisons of words
Always there to remind...

In some abstract way  
A clock's a jailer
To time

Without instruments 
To measure 
How each day ends and is begun
Stripped back to the simplistic 
Miracle of the rising 
And setting of the sun
  

Poetry without rhymes 
Is how the most popular poems tend to be 
To me it seems so unnatural 
A piano playing out of key

However...
 
Popularity isn't something I crave 
Being true to myself  
I ride the crest of my own wave

Take a deep breath
Analyse 
Scrutinise
Disect
And digest

First thing for breakfast 
I need
The pages of dictionaries

Washed down with 
The visions of visionaries

A Nonconformist 
In a conformist society
Drinking twice as much
Like I'm preparing for sobriety

Cider 
Larger 
Vodka 
Blackcurrant =

My drink of choice 

A turbo diesel

My prop
My elixir
A necessity...

My artists easel 

 

 

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John DeFoore Jr

Enjoyed the entire read!
Great thoughts
rhymes,
illustrations, Love the preparing for Sobriety.
Thanks For the chance to read this
John

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Syd

You're welcome John and thanks for reading also. I had marked this poem for deletion as I feel that I'm not being true to myself anymore. If you have any tips or advice then I'm all ears. Expression through simple poems was something I used to enjoy but now I feel I'm moving away from that. Writing for the wrong reasons if you will.

Sincerely - Syd 

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John DeFoore Jr

I think if I explored my reasons for writing I would quit
All theses years I write because I have to,
I write to see who I am.
I take giant steps and faltering steps all to a common goal.
Write to Be, and Be to write.
And artist soul just is
John.

 

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Syd

Cheers John, each to their own then I suppose. The one thing I just don't want to become is someone who only writes for popularity, without having any motive or message to my poems. Thanks for your honesty. Appreciated.

- Syd 

 

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John DeFoore Jr

I agree 100%
if you like what you write 
you win
john

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author
Syd

?Thanks 

-Syd 

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BLAKE FLOYD

Hey Syd...

..."preparing for sobriety"...??????

 I recall drinking that recipe of yours and used to call them 'Purple Parachutes'...
hahaha... Thanks for the recall... Think I might try a few again!?

This poem and your subsequent thoughts in response to JOHN'S, own insightful and inspiring and reassuring comments (??), resonate immensely!!!

Also to echo... or at least certainly to agree completely with John...
It never fails to amaze me how inspiration arrives from an inexhaustible array of sources... And exploring ones expression of those helps to create and discover our own unique lyrical/poetic voice and/or voices... And to evolve them... At least attempt to!?Haha

"To see a world in a grain of sand...
Or a heaven in a wildflower..."
WILLIAM BLAKE 

Who knows where inspiration and following our own instincts may lead...??

Rock on mate!
Cheers??????

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Syd

Thank you Blake for your feedback. Purple parachutes....I've never heard that one but it is quite fitting. I've had a few of those tonight so apologies if my reply doesn't make sense lol.

I also see you're a floyd fan. I made the pilgrimage to see Roger Waters - The Wall in 2011.

I look forward to reading more from you.

Take care my friend - Syd 

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