Until I Can No Longer Remember
a sense of
caught once never gone
Chlorine sharp
wavery
sun-shot sparkles on my arms
that ripple tattoos
of aqua
freckles. Shoulder to
fingernail
my arms stroke
my shadow swimming solo
along the bottom
of the pool
Elongated and
slipping past
with no sound
but that of silver bubbles
surfacing to breathe
2/1/19
shadorma chain
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
This poem is beautiful. You so powerfully and eloquently describe the quality of the water and the visual distortions it creates.
I think this poem expresses the feeling I get in swimming outdoor in the sun. An experience that has never failed to make me happy and that I always can call to mind as one of those things that will always comfort me and remind me of how good life can be.
That is really a beautiful poem. The imagery is exquisite.
Thank you. I was a competitive swimmer when I was young and the idea of swimming in an outdoors pool in the sun – close to heaven for me.
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