Is it just the transition from summer to fall that makes me feel as if I’m swimming underwater? Rather, it’s too thick, too heavy, too opaque to be water, more like a bisque. Maybe it’s just that I’m no longer working on my novel every day. I’m waiting for more feedback before final edits. Maybe that’s it, the waiting.
I would like to start on a new novel, but I don’t have the idea for that yet. I was halfway through a flash piece, when my inspiration flew south.
I could be cleaning my house. I’m a dinosaur who still does fall and spring cleaning, and my mother and youngest sister are coming to visit in about a month. But I can’t get my mind in gear for that.
a deep daydream,
not quite here,
not enough light,
on the edge of sleep,
17 thoughts on “September Swimming”
And she can write poetry, too? Stop it. I’m as green as your swimming photo.
Yeah, Tricia, who knew?
I like the new photo.
Thank you, Paul. It was the result of experimenting with the iPhone camera.
Love the poem. And this phrase: Accidental poetry. Think I’ll strive for more of that. =)
Thank you, Judy. And I think I’ll strive for more accidental writing in general because I overthink everything.
Oh! Had to come back and tell you that I LOVE your new picture! =)