Panic! Fear. Save me!

Muscles spasming, lungs like peas.

My first winter swim.



I have been thinking about testing and stretching my poetic muscles for a while now and as if Universe somehow new about these plans of mine, there comes Writing 201: Poetry! So for next couple of weeks or so (as I can’t promise I’ll keep the prescribed schedule), I will be posting my attempts of poems according to the given assignments.

Writing 201: Water

10 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. trentpmcd
    Feb 18, 2015 @ 18:34:52

    Nice. Written from personal experience I assume?



  2. 3skay
    Feb 18, 2015 @ 18:49:02

    Good job on joining in with the writing 201 it definitely is a fun way to get the poetic juices flowing. Nice haiku to start it off, that simile, was breath taking. Lol nice piece.



  3. Laura Gabrielle Feasey
    Feb 18, 2015 @ 19:33:12

    I like the ‘lungs like peas’, it really gives me that sense of struggling to catch your breath!



  4. kneal1
    Feb 18, 2015 @ 21:05:56

    tremendously cold don’t do it,well written…

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