Motor Cycle Kat’sina
Lusty leather thighs—they look to be just my size...
just my sighs...
Out the door.
Where do you go motorcycle lover—undercover?
The world awaits
Tempt the fates
It is yours laid upon the platter
Does it matter
How much
A touch for free... see.
It slips or slides... glides
Guides the pieces to engage the mage
Wisdom for the free...
Your gods
to thee
are kind.
Sunday, January 01, 2006
swim strokes
I've decided to share some of my oddball writings here--enjoy...
Swim Strokes
Freestyle/Crawl—I am a log.
As the proverbial baby, one must crawl…
And revert to crawl whenever basic speed and ease are required.
The Breaststroke—I am a tadpole.
Swirling hands and spastic feet… not another mouthful if water!
Am I moving backwards, now?
The Backstroke—Where am I?
Windmill hands with the belly up… why is my head sinking? Ack! My sinuses. Ow! My swim cap does little to cushion my head against cement I cannot see.
Backstroke Revisited—I am home!
Here in the ocean all is good--soaking my head in foamy maternal saline.
No more scary visions of the ocean floor, just sunny skies and ocean spray.
The Butterfly—I am power and action, gliding across the water.
Push into the water with a strong snake belly and dolphin’s tail.
Powerful arms rise out of the water as an emerging bird with a catch.
Breaststroke revisited—I am a frog
Loaded legs, shoot forward in the long smooth glide
Swirling webbed hands like eddies in a river on either side
Backstroke with clouds on top—I am succeeding!
Let the body right itself and guide by the clouds
The breath raises the body and the arm will bring it down
Swim Strokes
Freestyle/Crawl—I am a log.
As the proverbial baby, one must crawl…
And revert to crawl whenever basic speed and ease are required.
The Breaststroke—I am a tadpole.
Swirling hands and spastic feet… not another mouthful if water!
Am I moving backwards, now?
The Backstroke—Where am I?
Windmill hands with the belly up… why is my head sinking? Ack! My sinuses. Ow! My swim cap does little to cushion my head against cement I cannot see.
Backstroke Revisited—I am home!
Here in the ocean all is good--soaking my head in foamy maternal saline.
No more scary visions of the ocean floor, just sunny skies and ocean spray.
The Butterfly—I am power and action, gliding across the water.
Push into the water with a strong snake belly and dolphin’s tail.
Powerful arms rise out of the water as an emerging bird with a catch.
Breaststroke revisited—I am a frog
Loaded legs, shoot forward in the long smooth glide
Swirling webbed hands like eddies in a river on either side
Backstroke with clouds on top—I am succeeding!
Let the body right itself and guide by the clouds
The breath raises the body and the arm will bring it down
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