She swims in the air, afloat
but not adrift, aloft but
not aloof. She moves
with purpose, as if her lungs inflate
from helium only she knows
is there.
She swims & swims
swims among the oceans
of clouds whose undertow
pulls west where she can find
her fortune
swims but never loses
her way as I hang from a constellation
growing larger with each stroke.
© 2022 | Phillip Knight Scott
Prompt: pensitivity101’s Three Things Challenge #906: afloat, aloof, permanent
Often Mumbled Musings 
Intriguing imagery – both words and picture. I like the way the poem leaves room for imagination and speculation.
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Thank you so much 🙂
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Lovely Phillip, especially the line ‘I hang from a constellation’
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Thanks so much!
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you’re welcome
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I imagine a lifeline and the star pulling her or she swimming for the star’s orbit.
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Both breath interpretations. Thanks for reading 🙂
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I agree with Rosemary … I read your poem several times, slowly letting my mind wander off in different directions / interpretations. Which is what good poetry is about.
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Thanks so much 🙂
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This is not a good poem. This is a friggin GEAT poem. Or, at the very leats, this is a
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(Sorry) This is not a good poem. This is a friggin GEAT poem. Awesome opening, killer-diller close, & whatever is in between totally rocks.
I wish I’d written this.
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I imagine her as a graceful ballerina as she swims in both water and sky and universes beyond.
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❤
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