sweet escape into the tranquil waters of night -- set free to drift on imagination's ripples -- lovely,lovely,lovely Kate -- your imagination has served you well in this poem -- peace and love my friend -- Jon Michael

....ah such peace and freedom of the soul and body.....just got done swimming...well hmmm darn I did not undress fully...lol, so did not get the full feeling....but wow Kate this is awesome.
Blessings and Love
Christine

Kate, what a delightful way to sleep away the night...swimming free.
-gene.

Always a great write when it is shared by you Kate. Thank you.

Newfie Hugs, Rose

I agree with your reviewers. This work is a masterpiece of writing... and it comes from no one but Kate! - Bill

Our REM did a song by the same name.
Your work is is good. But as a new poet? Maybe REM can help show
you the poetic way. Good work, yet needs less haste and more thought!

Nightswimming deserves a quiet night
The photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago,
Turned around backwards so the windshield shows
Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse
Still, it's so much clearer
I forgot my shirt at the water's edge
The moon is low tonight

Nightswimming deserves a quiet night
I'm not sure all these people understand
It's not like years ago,
The fear of getting caught,
Of recklessness and water
They cannot see me naked
These things, they go away,
Replaced by everyday

Nightswimming, remembering that night
September's coming soon
I'm pining for the moon
And what if there were two
Side by side in orbit
Around the fairest sun?
That bright, tight forever drum
Could not describe nightswimming

You, I thought I knew you
You, I cannot judge
You, I thought you knew me,
This one laughing quietly underneath my breath
Nightswimming

The photograph reflects,
Every streetlight a reminder
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night, deserves a quiet night

"the cargo of night as it lumbers through my bedroom at night," draws me into the energy of the darkness and the plunges me into the release of gravity in "heavy waters," rewarding me, finally, with the "unencumbered" me. Awesome.

Well, for me, unlike my sis, this one shed pounds from my shoulders from the get-go, though the poem is heavy with atmosphere, a sleepy peace-- soporific almost-- that you can physically feel. I felt myself step into the water, and I had a very relaxing time there, until I got to the shallow breathing line, and subsequently looked down, and saw that I was wading in your fluid dreams, and felt ashamed of my own nakedness. (Don't look, okay?--grabbing a towel now!) --Char

This is beautiful. Simply stunning. I know it should leave me with a lightness of soul, a relief from the laying down of my burdens, but for some reason...it has an air of sadness about it, a deep etched melancholy that invades my soul. Maybe it is me, taking the world on my shoulders? I don't know... Maybe it is just me, immersing myself in the fluid waters of your poetry and feeling rather than reading your words. A new favorite of mine...

Cryssa :~)

You liberate the senses Kate,settigg free restraints so as to move
through life with some semblance of abandon and joy...Gotta love it!

Eileen

Exquisite and soft, Kate...you do write with a master's hand...

Carole~

Karen is right. The innocence in this poem is striking. Beautifully done, Kate:)
Sheila

Your words are certainly unencumbered, swimming deep in creative waters. Enjoyed.

Such innocence, such depth that reaches well into the core, beautiful writing Kate......

Be always safe,
Karen

your poem is so emotional and real. i think you are a wonderful poet

If you aren't swimming...certainly you are part of those waters and if I remember well one of its little waves game me a peck on my right cheek.

Georg

Being 'free' is a precious gift, indeed.

Cheers,
Dan

Beautiful pen, Kate, a joy to read!
I love the vision and the last stanza
says it all to me... great!

Kate, i find this poem visually stimulating as well as spiritually uplifting ... the reflective nature of being is caressed by the undaunted swimmer, naked and dreaming free ...

May you always swim free Kate and write free as well. What a gorgeous poem this is.

unencumbered, swimming free

The only way to swim, Kate!

Excellent poem,I enjoy it,take care

EDWIN

I think from the first time we learn to swim...(no even before that for are we not surrounded in water even in the womb?)we equate the soothing smoothness of our naked bodies gliding through water cleansing and freeing. You capured the metaphor here brilliantely and sweet Kate it is perfect just as it is...enjoyed.
hugs
Pops

You undress my thoughts in a captivating evening of your dreams.

A old favorite REM song came to mind when I read your title....but you've put a bit of a different twist to it. Kate, this is beautiful...I can feel and sense the freedom.

Nice work Kate, thoughts that are like the dreams where one can escape,

Ah, swimming free in the cool waters of rest. Beautifully done.

this is not what i imagined when i read the title but i truly enjoyed the write and the feel to it

Very well done indeed sweet lady..enjoyed stay safe and well..Hugss

Kate,
Exquisite! The sensitivity and sense of presence - true self-consciousness - are remarkable. Kudos!

John

ahh when dream and reality blend you have it all........so visual and calming......... beautiful thoughts and words as always....
write a book so I can have it!!!! lol pax a

Wonderful freedom in these words, Katydid; yes, ma'am! Well done; enjoyed~

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D

Freedom in these lines - fantastic, Kate! Well done.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

unencumbered, swimming free...yes please...