When she did that swan dive
off the high board
I swear, the freaking world stopped.
Walking along the side of the pool,
fresh faced, platinum hair,
I was lost in waves of awe and hate –
envy, rather.
The water nymph and I
could never be friends
mainly it was over
a certain boy
who played well at sports
and other things too.
That summer,
my jealousy burned
like the sun rays
hitting that crystal blue water.
She had logged hours
getting that golden skin
practicing diving
while I was lost
in the pages of books
peering throughΒ library stacks
traveling those rows of untold stories
skipping to other worlds.
The stroll to the board
even the lifeguard was mesmerized –
nobody better drown now
the gaping stares
of even the little kids
in the shallow end
the smell of chlorine
sprinkling the heat of
a summer day.
Floating up the ladder
and she was perched
there on the edge of
the high dive.
The spring jump
culminated into a perfect arc
her hair fluttering behind her
hitting the water as neatly
as a pin point
without sound
all air
and beautiful blonde hair.
A beautiful piece of writing!
Thanks Jennie!
You are welcome!
I hear now she’s living in a trailer with like 10 kids…
Lol! Yes!
Oh Marissa, I heard that too! And with super short over-processed hair. I like it, ha ha π
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By a great lady named Lana.
Thanks John!
You are very graciously welcome.
Amazing, Lana. I love the slice of time, like a snapshot. And the topic is interesting and fresh. For every dream girl, there were scores of us who watched from the edge.
Thanks, Diana. Time has taken the jealousy out of this one, and I can look back now and admire that dive π
I think most of us can let go of that envy as we leave high school and find our niches. π
So true, Diana. It surely does seem crushing at the time :- D
Yikes! Who’d be a teenager again? All that angst!! You captured it really well π
Oh yes, Pauline…all that angst. It is fresh on my mind since I’m at junior high and high school every week π Thanks so much!
No wonder you wrote so vividly about it!
Right, lots of inspiration, ha ha
Speaking of teenagers, recently several kids have commented about their scratchboard art, are you familiar with it? It sounds interesting…
I’m a little familiar with it – in that I know what it is and how it’s done, but I’ve never had an inclination to try it. It’s really illustrating, not my forte at all, and working with negative space, again not my forte π And of course mostly black and white where I love colour! But goodness, there are some lovely pieces produced. It sometimes reminds me of old lino cuts or lithographs. I’m all for any artistic expression that teens get into and I can see it really appealing to them.
One of the best things about my job is seeing all this wonderful work kids produce!
I love this poem. You get a real sense of the stifling summer coupled with the visceral emotion of teenage angst.
Thank you, David. That day is still quite a vivid memory, feelings and all π
Makes you sick, doesn’t it? Superb poem
It surely did, Derrick. I remember it all well, just like it was yesterday. Thank you so much!
Can we skip my usual bleat about not knowing the song, I think we know I’ve been residing in a monastery these last 70 years or so….
No, let’s get to my usual beat about just how great this piece of writing is. I noticed the lifeguard too and the ice cream seller nearby pouring his 100s and 1000s all over his hand in open mouthed abandon. That you took me from the cold, drab, February feeling of northern England to that poolside 43 years ago is one superb feat of word alignment, LT. Every week you provide me with a new favourite poem. Just brilliant! π
Phil, you are so going to become a fan of Natalie Merchant’s music, I would just bet on it :-D. Well, that’s a pretty cool compliment, I thought a flashback to a hot summer day might help the winter doldrums. There is no pressure there for future weeks, right? Thanks so much, Phil!
a beautiful poem. Compliments
Thank you so much for the gracious compliment, New White Bear π
a smile
I adore this!
Thank you so much, Holly!
you are welcome, this a gem!
π
Perfectly captured, Lana. This slo-mo moment, the burn of envy, everyone in awe, even the lifeguard’s eyes aimed where they shouldn’t be… Like the cousin who played the piano so beautifully and never flubbed up a note, or the friend whose form was so perfect as she turned cartwheels or round-offs and landed without a misstep. Perhaps now, they are jealous of the poetry we write? I can hope. π
Oh Joan, those are all great comparisons, and to have deal with these types of accomplishments by peers as a teenager is rather daunting. People do, have their strengths and talents and all excel at different things. Perhaps indeed, they might be jealous of the ones now who take up the pen and try to capture the poetry of life as it unfurls. I like the thought π
Oh, wow, just proves we all don’t get here the same, do we, Lana? And wouldn’t it be horrid if we were all alike?? (Though I imagine most teenaged girls — and some boys, as well — would wish for more of the kind of attention a “water nymph” like this attracts!!)
That’s right, Debbie. We surely are all different, and we should remember to celebrate those differences, but as teenagers, we surely aren’t mature enough to embrace that yet. I suppose I will always remember that day, ha ha.
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Thank you so much, Holly! I’m so thrilled to appear on your page. I’m a huge fan of your extraordinary poetry!
It’s my pleasure. This is a delightful poem!
Wonderful poem, Lana capturing the teenage physical attraction of the female diver, her beauty shining forth in the otherwise stifling claustrophobic summer heat. Not often a poem is written in the first person and it works so well here, the reader right there and the colloquialisms adding extra texture and colour.
Thanks for the gracious compliment, Annika. There was a lot of that day that stays imprinted….no matter how old I become, ha ha.
The description drew me into this excerpt, L.T. π — Suzanne
Thanks so much, Suzanne! Happy writing π