I play in a pool of words,
drifting with waves that keep me buoyant.
Ripples of wind open heart moving body poised to write,

Backstroke, becomes a phase worthy to scribe.
Butterfly, lets me move across untamed page.
Crawl, lets me ponder and write creatively and clearly.

With breath, I choose to glide through waves of thoughts.

Breast stroke, makes me in touch with heart rhythms.
Side stroke, lets me cut through painful memories.
Free style, allows me to advent a poem uniquely and elegantly to fill page.

With breath, I float gracefully through waves of thoughts.

Trudgen, stoke thrusts self across fields of bubble infused jargon.

Dog Paddle, brings life to my pen strokes as I flutter with dancing words.

Diving, I do deep into emotions to orchestrate a poem like that of a peal exquisite.

With breath, all waves carry my poetic human vessel to my island.
The place where pen and paper are at hand.