Learning to Swim

I speak when I should listen. Leap when I should look. I ride the wave of my self-righteousness until it crashes and, drowning, reach for the first hand I see. Now, fist closing on air, I am engulfed: I’ve never swum alone.



17 responses to “Learning to Swim

  1. A frightening experience, I remember it well.
    I enjoyed your take on the prompt.

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  2. Scary! I feel that way when I watch my son at swim lessons.

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  3. KymmInBarcelona

    Fist closing on air. So many levels. Great voice here, too!

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  4. Sink or swim, there’s only one way to learn.
    I often relate to your words and stories in the deepest part of me, I don’t know whether to smile or tear up.

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  5. This is powerful stuff!

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  6. You just challenged us, how many varied perceptions one can get from these words. Loved that self-analytical voice!

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  7. As a mother, this breaks my heart. I’m going to pretend someone dove in after her. You are so talented at these gargleblasters! The words say so much.

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  8. Amazing! Great moral lesson and so powerfully written.

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  9. I love the way you suggest depth and layers of meaning with subtlety, leaving it up to the reader to determine how exactly to apply your words to their own life. I’ve read this several times now because I liked it so much!

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  10. This was one helluva poetic prose, Christine.

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  11. Beautiful, Christine. I am always diving in the deep pool without thinking about whether I am actually capable of doing so. Over confidence can be dangerous! Love this.

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  12. Well written and a scary experience described perfectly.

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  13. I could see the child too busy having fun to listen. As Kymm said, ‘fist closing on air, I am engulfed’ – there is so much to see and feel in those few words.

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  14. Ken doesn’t know how to swim, huh? I hope this isn’t his death scene. It isn’t, is it? Christine? Is it?

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