this was so enjoyable to read michael...you took a simple topic muse and crafted such colorful images...stunning simplicity...so nice to find...pmedlin
Only find I like the ocean as pools have clorine & the stuff I would put in the kitchen sink go into the diswasher...& is that what tubs are used for...? I only take a bath, like the 3 stooges, on Saturday night...LOL, e
The staff of life is not bread. It's in the water (one of my short stories). You have shown us that water is so essential to living and we take it so for granted.
My greatest use of water, aside from swimming and fishing, was the weekly washing of my dad's car. Fortunately, I had my twin brother to help me and at least, my dad did not trust us to clean his windows inside and out. So at least, he did that.
Pools and skinny dipping didn't mesh with me. That usually happened out on secluded river or pond swimming holes. There was one night, when driving two guests back to my cousin's for the night, they suggested that we skinny dip before retiring. Unfortunately, my matronly cousin woke up from the noise of her four poodles and shooed us off to bed. I had dated, a very bad date, one of those girls earlier, but the other, her friend who suggested the late-night dip, was a stunning blonde with huge knockers. I regret to this day that I didn't get a chance to swim with those. ;-)
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
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My greatest use of water, aside from swimming and fishing, was the weekly washing of my dad's car. Fortunately, I had my twin brother to help me and at least, my dad did not trust us to clean his windows inside and out. So at least, he did that.
Pools and skinny dipping didn't mesh with me. That usually happened out on secluded river or pond swimming holes. There was one night, when driving two guests back to my cousin's for the night, they suggested that we skinny dip before retiring. Unfortunately, my matronly cousin woke up from the noise of her four poodles and shooed us off to bed. I had dated, a very bad date, one of those girls earlier, but the other, her friend who suggested the late-night dip, was a stunning blonde with huge knockers. I regret to this day that I didn't get a chance to swim with those. ;-)
Ron