Treading Water

I fell in the river
At the McQuarry place
I was swining on the rope
You know the one
We’d play on it often
And wonder what it would be like
To just let go
Where would it lead us
If we just had the courage

I’m not a strong swimmer
I’m lucky to stay above water
I’m treading for my life
But these clothes
My material possessions
Are weighing me down
I kicked off the boots
And jeans some while ago
But I’m not that strong a swimmer

All this time I’m struggling
Just to keep afloat
I didn’t want to drown
Just to let go
From my point of view
I’m just bobbing here
But to the static spectator
On the side of the river
Not caught in the current
I’m finally getting somewhere

-Roger
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Posted December 14th, 2005 in poetry. Tagged: , .

3 comments:

  1. julie:

    Good image… I like it. Keep up the posting. :)

    And for the record, nothing I do is ever as good on paper as it was in my head, so don’t be hard on yourself.

    December 15th, 2005 at 12:18 am
  2. shan:

    Nice Roger, I like the ideas and the semi-fragmented flow. :)

    do you have anymore pieces of art-in-progress?

    Take care Roger.

    shan

    December 16th, 2005 at 7:22 pm
  3. Roger:

    I have plenty of poems that I have written. A few are on my website in the “Poetry” section. I’ll warn you, though, I ususally rhyme. I only skipped the rhyming this time because I was posting on Dan’s site.

    Check out Thoughts From The Monkey Exhibit

    ((Dan, if that doesn’t end up showing correctly, can you fix it?))

    December 17th, 2005 at 9:58 pm

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