Thursday, May 20, 2010

Swimming East

He dives unseen,
knifing neatly
into the murky depths
of the vast, silent lake.

Earlier the water was
a rich aquamarine,
now it is
reflecting the starless sky.

As the shore lights fade behind,
and the icy chill
sinks bone deep,
the swimmer slices silently
through the waves.

The steady rhythm
of his strokes provide
immeasurable solace.

In this solitary pursuit,
there is
pure serenity
absolute forgetfulness.

he is swimming east.


Blogger Joe said...

I wrote that twenty years ago. I am still not sure what it means, but I sure do like it.

1:09 AM  
Blogger JKP said...

The beauty of poetry is that each person can get their own meaning out of it. I love this and can feel the serenity. I want to read more, so feel free to share.

7:58 PM  
Blogger humming in the night skull said...

Deep deep man on man love undercurrents, the swimmer is the man who swims though the sea of heterosexuality towards an island where he can lay naked and relax with other men. East = locker room.

Seriously though dude, have you heard the unreleased Exile on Main Street tracks yet that came out with the deluxe reissue a week or so ago? Some of them are pretty nasty guitar jams and some of them are long bass grooves that don't sound like Bill Wyman.

6:13 PM  
Blogger Joe said...

I have heard some of the Exile tracks. I like Loving Cup...

I am going to buy it soon.

6:16 PM  
Blogger k-top said...

New Stones with an old angle!!??!!

12:49 PM  

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