High Tide

By Art of the Diver

Sat, 05 Oct 2013
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Raising a limb to break the surface

when unseen and without possibility of rescue

only serves to pull me down, further than before

Though I try, to climb above the summit of my fear

all I can do, in reality is to, not panic and succumb

close my eyes to measure, this current’s growing strength

flowing to unknown depths, and in review, flow life’s all previous highs...

Drowning…am I really drowning?

or making love with you?

Thoughts are, but fluid sighs…

 

* Words by Rob Pearldiver *

Copyright © 2013 Art of the Diver with all rights reserved.   

Certificate 18
Poem
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Love

Comments

Submitted by maisie on

this one doesn't grab me the way some of your other ones do.  perhaps your line breaks are off set?

maisie angel Guess what?  I'm still alive!

Submitted by Art of the Diver on

Cheers Massie... perhaps you are right... I just remember all the bubbles up my nose and being unable to touch the bottom of the sea at the time I wrote it...  :)