DivingA Poem by David ScottInspirations from life...Diving
Standing anxious upon a whitewashed deck, nausea tugging unseen internal tides, rolling in the spasms of a disquiet sea… foaming acidic trepidation mirrored upon windswept azure seas hidden below cerulean eye’s surface.
Harnessed expectations strapping breath to resolve, weighted and pressurized sealed, checked and rechecked wearing fins of necessity; I become irrelevant waddling a superficial stumble toward potential purpose.
Spitting into the fog of masked perception I grasp a lifeline, pursed lips locking hope, to lungs expanding acceptance, I leap… sinking, bobbing, and alas succumb drifting into the quiet pressure below life’s turbulence.
Panting surrenders to a steady buoyancy, resolve swallowing to equalize atmospheric transitions lifting painful mass within a hovering cocoon blinded by the wonderment submersed in observation.
The world sways a fickle welcome pushing and pulling surrendering momentum like vibrant corals fanning fluorescent promenades paved with rusting vessels, yesteryear’s promises kept in ghostly sanctuaries worshiping the moment before tomorrow’s decompression © 2016 David ScottAuthor's Note
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Added on January 7, 2016Last Updated on January 7, 2016 AuthorDavid ScottBrevard, NCAboutMuch like you... Still, I can only ever be to you what you are willing to see of me. This is true of us all. May we learn to see the best in each other. I am happy to be friends with anyon.. more..Writing
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