David Hightower - Swimming At Night - Appalachian - Americana - lakes
SWIMMING AT NIGHT
Enfolded within the soft-petaled night,
the lake, still as a held breath,
stares unblinking at the wide-eyed moon.
I glide with fluid strokes
across that warm gaze
become a child of liquid movement,
a ripple across the night.
Flesh sighs and dissolves to water;
my mind swims on alone,
thoughts trailing the dust
of the moon’s mysterious seas.
Only word I fought was "dust" -- since we're speaking of water.
(Maybe flush/rush?) Reminds me of being 16 again, summer night, daring to swim out across the large dark lake at a summer resort in the mountains: spooky and calm, serene and ethereal (depending, of course, on who you're with). Simple/clean/great!
I've been up to my waist with fly-rod at night on a northern pond, with a full moon when all of sudden a beaver WHACKED! the surface with his tail. I nearly jumped out of those waders. But I'd never swim at night in Florida (needless to say!)
Hey and I just read your bio. Your a Kentucky mountain boy, the stuff of legend and greeting cards! Cool. I have an Appalachian - Americana style on the piano that hasn't shown up yet in public mp3's. Someday I wanna spend time in those mountains and use that style. Maybe set one of YOUR poems to music. Gotta get your book first. (Your the real deal) I love the Apps!
David, this has a spiritual feel to it, and to me, that's what being one with nature is. I, too, love the freedom and peacefulness that comes with "night swimming,"....and you've brought to mind my all time favorite REM song. Beautiful writing with wonderful imagery.
You are stirring that primeval feelings of the ones that once started life as amoebas and that the moon pulled out from that primeval soup.
As always, showing excellency.
David,
Beautifully atmospheric and with a strong sense of other-worldly, "a child of liquid movement" who no longer needs the handicap of body - "my mind swims on alone," - but moves to another level of consciousness and spirituality. Fine, very fine writing indeed.
John
A nocturnal swim. You feel one with all that surrounds you. Rather like being in the womb, or as close as we could imagine it. This is a soft, flowing beauty, David. Love "...I glide with fluid strokes/across that warm gaze/become a child of liquid movement, a ripple across the night." A fantastic image!
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(Maybe flush/rush?) Reminds me of being 16 again, summer night, daring to swim out across the large dark lake at a summer resort in the mountains: spooky and calm, serene and ethereal (depending, of course, on who you're with). Simple/clean/great!
Seriously, this is as delicate as a waterlily and twice as beautiful. --Charlie
Hey and I just read your bio. Your a Kentucky mountain boy, the stuff of legend and greeting cards! Cool. I have an Appalachian - Americana style on the piano that hasn't shown up yet in public mp3's. Someday I wanna spend time in those mountains and use that style. Maybe set one of YOUR poems to music. Gotta get your book first. (Your the real deal) I love the Apps!
Cryssa
As always, showing excellency.
Georg
Beautifully atmospheric and with a strong sense of other-worldly, "a child of liquid movement" who no longer needs the handicap of body - "my mind swims on alone," - but moves to another level of consciousness and spirituality. Fine, very fine writing indeed.
John
Lin
at one with the night and "the moon's mysterious seas."
I am at peace. Thank you. -gene.