Rhyming On

Alone but not lonely

I sit as my words go into thin air

I ponder regrets

as I sink in despair

Swimming the backstroke 

I think of your hair

All the time knowing

You'll never be there

But I'll go on swimming 

Till I learn not to care

Alone but not lonely

 I try to be fair

Reviews

[Sel Whiteley]

Being imprisoned by the past yet gradually escaping it, gradually becoming impune to regrets, that's something I can relate to. I love the ambiguity of:

Swimming the backstroke
I think of your hair

Do you think of a swimming moment too or is it only metaphor? We don't know and yet it resonates with the "I sink in despair" and the resilient, almost, but not quite, triumphant "but I'll go on swimming". As always in your poems, the interplay of sounds really enhances it, especailly the end rhymes in the second, fourth, sixth, eighth, tenth, and twelth.

[An Ordinary Woman]

I and we LOVE your words. Bring them here to us. We promise not to waste any.

[Bare trees]

It's hard not to care when it eats at you. Nice one.

[Ed Hart]

back across the years there are things that are gone but still hold us

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

Interesting composition. Smooth flow.
One I'll be pondering as my day unfolds.

[Ken Simm.]

I think of your hair. What a line. But then they all are.