This is my entry for LJ Idol: Wheel of Chaos, and it requires a little explanation. We were supposed to choose an opponent to challenge. I was selected by ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
flipflop_diva. Then, we were supposed to write something that was inspired by their entries the week before. But last week, she took a bye!
So I consulted withclauderainsrm about what to do. He said to use "bye" as my prompt. I used both meanings of bye: the sense of passing easily onto something else, and of course, many synonyms for "good-bye." In order to also respond to her entries (or lack thereof), I incorporated the idea of nothingness or emptiness.
Adieu to My Mind (Swimming Mantra)
Sayonara to conscious thought, swept
by pool current. I'm in a slow lane, saying
so long to my cares, one stroke at a time.
Feedback loop of reach and pull (reach and
pool?) Legs doing their frog thing, kicking me
forward. Cheerio, shallow end. Here's
to deep thoughts on this good day
of fragile sun and silvery skies. Maybe
a cinnamon leaf, sliding sideways. Adios,
maple trees and hardwoods. So long
to deciduousness. Like
decisions, and tasks, and everything
not floating here with me
in the pool. Arrivederci to
reminders, flashing lights, alarms.
Full erasure of everything but
swoosh, pump, sweep, thump.
Over and over, reiterated
like a metronome beneath
my movement. Gliding
to happy landings.
KFP at about the age of 8, splashing his way down the pool along the path of an underwater black line. As seen from above, you can just see his brown hair, wet and shiny, along with his ghostly white legs, while his aqua shirt and aqua-and-teal patterned trunks fade into the pool.
flipflop_diva. Then, we were supposed to write something that was inspired by their entries the week before. But last week, she took a bye!So I consulted with
clauderainsrm about what to do. He said to use "bye" as my prompt. I used both meanings of bye: the sense of passing easily onto something else, and of course, many synonyms for "good-bye." In order to also respond to her entries (or lack thereof), I incorporated the idea of nothingness or emptiness.Adieu to My Mind (Swimming Mantra)
Sayonara to conscious thought, swept
by pool current. I'm in a slow lane, saying
so long to my cares, one stroke at a time.
Feedback loop of reach and pull (reach and
pool?) Legs doing their frog thing, kicking me
forward. Cheerio, shallow end. Here's
to deep thoughts on this good day
of fragile sun and silvery skies. Maybe
a cinnamon leaf, sliding sideways. Adios,
maple trees and hardwoods. So long
to deciduousness. Like
decisions, and tasks, and everything
not floating here with me
in the pool. Arrivederci to
reminders, flashing lights, alarms.
Full erasure of everything but
swoosh, pump, sweep, thump.
Over and over, reiterated
like a metronome beneath
my movement. Gliding
to happy landings.
KFP at about the age of 8, splashing his way down the pool along the path of an underwater black line. As seen from above, you can just see his brown hair, wet and shiny, along with his ghostly white legs, while his aqua shirt and aqua-and-teal patterned trunks fade into the pool.
