I break its surface
feel its pearls
roll
down
my skin
I surge forward
pressing palms together
and in an outward circular
stroke
feeling the resistance of this chemical compound
feeling its enormity
sensing its presence in my body
and around the earth
a drop
eroding s t o n e
a refreshing GUSH
a destructive W A V E
a treasure trove
of pearl and coral
fantastic creatures
monsters
I am aware of the brackish throat
that can swallow
a town
whole
and spit up bones and shells
derelict and driftwood
flotsam and jetsam
I turn onto my back
a star a starfish
turning
in the twinkles of light
that stream through the glass roof
of the pool
as I count lengths
I daydream about swimming beyond the horizon
Kim M. Russell, 25th February 2025

I’m hosting Poetics this week at the dVerse Poets Pub, based on the ancient Greeks’ belief that the Universe is made up of four elements: earth, air, fire, and water.
My challenge is to choose one of the basic four elements and explore how it manifests itself in our lives, our relationship with it and, avoiding cliché, think abstractly about how the element looks, feels, smells, tastes, and sounds in a poem about that element.
I love how you tie swimming into the power of water, Kim!
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I so love the shape and structure of this poem, Kim! 😍 Especially resonate with; “I am aware of the brackish throat that can swallow a town whole.” 🩷🩷
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Thank you, dear Sanaa.
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You’re most welcome! 😘
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I was swimming along with you in your verses Kim. Love the format and layout of words, emphasizing movements of rolling down, surging, dropping, then day dreaming swimming beyond the horizons. Also admired the 2 faces of water – destruction and a treasure trove. Thank you for hosting!!
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Thanks so much, Grace.
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Love all you took us with in that water. We both had the same element, and some of the thoughts were the same, but swimming is such a great addition.
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Thank you, Björn. I haven’t been able to go swimming or to aqua aerobics while I’ve been ill, not for a month, and I’m really missing it.
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I’m fortunate to live a 15 minute walk from the Pacific Ocean, and so this resonates with me deeply. thanks for the prompt, Kim ~
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Thank you, Michael. I imagine the Pacific is much warmer than the North Sea.
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this could be subtitled ‘song of a water nymph’ – its a veritable ocean of a poem
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Thank you, Laura.
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You took us with you there, in an impeccably constructed verse, never shying from a challenge, you did it so well…am not sure why but you evoked a David Hockney painting,
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Thank you and, yes, I know that David Hockney painting. I’d love to swim in that pool.
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A liquid element all swirly and swimming! Next time you’re on YouTube, look up “Oceania” by Bjork, the video. That’s how I danced to this poem. Dee-lightful.
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Thank you, Brendan. I’m picturing you dancing like Bjork!
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Yikes.
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In spite of its dark side, it’s a beautiful element, and beautifully portrayed.
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Thank you, Ken.
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Love your description of water, Kim.
I relate to ~
‘as I count lengths
I daydream about swimming beyond the horizon’.
I swim most days in a salt pool where, with solar heating, it reaches a warm 30C !! Mind you, it’s the height of summer here in NZ presently. ;D
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Thank you, Carol. If I lived in NA, I would swim every day!
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Beautifully written, Kim. Your images are wonderful as you swim!
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Thanks so much, Dwight. I can’t wait to be well enough to go swimming again.
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I hope it will be soon!
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Thank you, Dwight.
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beautifully done!
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Thank you, Jay!
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I envisioned myself swimming with you. Beautiful, Kim!
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Thank you so much, Yvette!
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I love this, and I want to go swim.
>>the brackish throat
that can swallow
a town
whole<<
This is my favorite part of the poem. Horrid image, original way to get there.
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Thank you, Cris.
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Oh wow this is brilliant, I could feel the power…how water can swallow a town whole…up in North Queensland recently I am sure they could relate. There is nothing like swimming, and just floating in water, you describe it perfectly. Wonderful write Kim.
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Thanks so much, Diane.
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Kim, your poem is alive as water is alive. I feel its revered, raw power here.
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I’m so pleased you feel that, Lisa.
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You took us with you in this deep dive, Kim! Beautifully written and so evocative.
Once again, thanks for the prompt.
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Thank you for your kind comment, Punam.
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You are very welcome, Kim.
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Mmmm…this is lovely and made me want to go for a swim and contemplate water myself. It’s been sunny and warm here in the desert (86 degrees) and a dip sounds delightfully refreshing, even more so after reading your satisfying verse.
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Thank you very much, Jennifer. I could do with some of that desert heat.
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I’d send some over to you, if I could!
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As I’m reading this, the sun is trying to break through the fog!
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It worked! 😉
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A marvelous poem, Kim. Beautifully descriptive.
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Thank you, Robbie.
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Ahh! I especially love the last two stanzas:
“I turn onto my back
a star a starfish
turning
in the twinkles of light
that stream through the glass roof
of the pool
as I count lengths
I daydream about swimming beyond the horizon”
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Thank you very much, Melissa!
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I love the way you use spacing and line breaks to wash us with your words: a swimmingly good poem, Kim. I especially loved “I am aware of the brackish throat
that can swallow” and the star/starfish lines.
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Thank you so much, Dora.
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