in the deep blue sky
an airliner floats quietly
above the swimmers
his nipples
dancing above the cold water
on a bright day
just a couple
in a large blue pool
colliding
drying in the sun
the impression of a swimmer
on the poolside
the man in red
watching a swimmer turn
and then the sky
the green woods
peer over the cubicles
around a blue pool
that water drop
finding a way between
skin and goggle
before the deluge
the temperature of the water
balancing the air
after Brexit
the Lido still here
in sunshine
the way she walks
full green trees swaying
around a blue pool
parked in shade
the ice cream van
and a small queue
afternoon shadows
approaching and receding
the pool edge
grey morning
a fat man wraps and dabs
with a frayed towel
a long cold swim
in a pool of stumbling blues
the troubled mind
September dusk
the elbows of the swimmers
scooping gold
still damp toes
sticking in the trouser leg
and so we topple
Fantastic Jonathan! These are really strong. It is like Basho sitting with the pine, you have a really deep and long-rooted relationship with this subject. You have found wonderful images in it.
Have you thought of making a sequence? It might or might not work, but what a good long poem you would have if there was a hint of narrative, or circadian rhythms to it.
Great - yes I like George's idea. They could go through the seasons.
Particularly like the Brexit one 🙂
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Thanks George ... funnily enough I had a load more and then I went through them and weeded a bit and thought to do the seasons which gave a sort of order and then I took out the seasonal note and just left the *** But I might go back to that idea.
Whoops ... Just seen that I took out the *** as well 🙂