Draft 002 / Perhaps these are all about water

Submerged in the deep blue

unreachable.

The world sounds only of

the bubbles that gurgle at my ears,

and feels

soft and cool on my skin.

Thousands of silver speckles swim

by in schools flowing and

shifting around me. I want to

get closer but it’s not going to happen.

We’ll share the ocean a little longer.

I am the awkward visitor too happy

to see you. Maybe one day

we’ll be friends.

Draft 001 / The Beginning

11 APR

It’s 90 days until my 35th birthday. I’m committing to write 90 poem drafts. I loved poetry and creative writing as a kid and I want it back in my life. Writing as a way to appreciate my wonderful ordinary life.

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Slipping into the cool blue

where no one can see me

play,

blowing bubbles and pretending that

I can fly.

In the depths and glimmers,

the niggles in my brain quiet,

I feel human again.