Welcome to Day 2 of my 30-Day Poetry Challenge!
- I’m writing and posting a new poem every day through the month of April (yikes!), for better or worse.
- AND, as a gift, I’m giving away a copy of my poetry book EVERY DAY this month. FREE!
- Sign up to WIN a copy of (After) Confession by just leaving a comment beneath the poem of the day.
- I will pick a winner every day in April! So comment every day for a new chance to win.
Congratulations, Karen CL Anderson, for winning a free copy of my poetry book! (I do a raffle from those who commented on yesterday’s post.) Karen, please email me your address so I can send your prize: firstname.lastname@example.org
Now onto today’s poem. Don’t forget to comment, and check back tomorrow to see if you’ve won!
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The prompt for today from NaPoWriMo: write about an experience from 3 different voices/tenses– first, second and third person.
And funny, didn’t realize til now that yesterday it was wintery-spring, today is summer!
I was the leader
on my green Schwinn,
a line of sisters and neighbor
kids cranking their
Our moms had kicked
us out, “go swim!” so
we grudgingly rode
that well-worn mile, hot
sidewalks to the city pool,
where chlorine waters
welcomed our splashes.
The high dive dared us and
we dared back, our screams
echoing off tiled walls.
And floating, floating, we
washed our summer
that first leap into water,
that shock of cold hitting hot–
your skin from biking and 90 degrees.
Holding your breath and sinking
12 feet with a friend, dancing
on the deep-end’s floor.
Swimming with eyes open
to the muffled, soft blue world below.
Laying outside, towel damp on the patio,
getting tan and hot, until
you are ready: at the edge,
leaping into the
She was carefree and not–
the eldest, the leader, in-charge,
making sure kids crossed busy streets,
bikes were locked, everyone walked in together.
Once in the pool, she let go–
a mermaid diving, splashing, floating,
water freeing her
in so many ways.
Lifeguards and their constant whistling
would be responsible now. Until…
hours passed, limbs tired,
her human duties called:
wrangling kids out of the pool,
leading the pack home.
wet hair drying crisp in the sun,
pedaling for home.
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This month’s posts are part of the NaPoWriMo challenge — that’s National Poetry Writing Month. At NaPoWriMo.net, you’ll find links to other participating writers and their poetry. AND daily writing prompts for inspiration to write your own poems. Check them out.
I’m so looking forward to your comments– it doesn’t have to be about the poem. Write anything, share the name of your favorite poet or poem, write about the weather, whatever! And thanks for reading.
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