Monday, 16 November 2015

swimming sense poem


I feel a cold breeze as I
stand in the wind and the
excitement as a plunge into the water,
and the freezing water dripping down my
legs as I hop out of the pool.

I taste the week taste of chlorine
and the air blowing in my mouth.

I see other contestants
standing, waiting
almost as nervous as I am.

I hear the splashing
sound of the water as my
hand slams down on the clear liquid
and the water goes through my fingers.

I smell the faint smell of the chocolatey
hot chocolate and cookies just
waiting for me to eat them.

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