The Lake

Cool and butter-smooth, my limbs slice through the endless blue,

I refuse to conform to the neatness of a butterfly stroke,

Instead I move through the water like an awkward jellyfish, my face turned to the sun,

I can see my body beneath the rippling surface, distorted by the sun’s rays

and the dark green of my swimsuit against the whiteness of my skin.

Floating like a shadow through a sunbeam, thoughts rise to my mind with a cool clarity

Life isn’t so bad,

The world is quite beautiful,

Zella Day & Allie X & Marina & Aurora exist,

books, poetry & words exist,

I enjoy my own company,

& watching the seasons shift from summer to autumn will never not be a delight.

PS. I just wanted to write a lazy, unstructured poem today so I hope you enjoy the bonus post!

xo,

Olivia

2 thoughts on “The Lake

  1. I love it. It was cool and refreshing like a frosty root beer.🌞

    On Tue, Sep 1, 2020, 3:56 PM My Pocketful of Poetry wrote:

    > livhoward posted: ” Cool and butter-smooth, my limbs slice through the > endless blue, I refuse to conform to the neatness of a butterfly stroke, > Instead I move through the water like an awkward jellyfish, my face turned > to the sun, I can see my body beneath the ripp” >

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