10 minutes on the clock

a reflection of the sky

the atmosphere has been boxed in

puddles on the cold, hard tiles

it’s not raining

here.

red ropes, Black lines

8 lanes

White flags, Grey ladders

spring planks

resting.

Focusing my Fluid Spectacles

my Vehement Artist has paint in the shade of Jitters;

he splashes the bucket of paint

and it washes over my soul.

Clear liquid swallows my body whole.

Pushing off the wall

I cut through the water,

as it falls to the side

lets me spread my Wings wide

flying.

Gliding through, my own muscles resist me

my Strength stubbornly persists

I’m a Dolphin

streamlining.

Grabbing the wall for the very last time

my head a scope to my submersed body

my force an anchor to the sea.

Clock: 8 minutes.

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You may be wondering, what did I just read? Well, this is one of the poems that I've written, and I wanted to share it on this poetry blog. Let me tell you a little bit about it.

Originally, this was an assignment for my English class. We had to make a poem that included at least three metaphors. I added plenty since I thought it would make a boring poetry assignment a lot more interesting; it did!

When I asked my friends to read it to check if it all made sense and sounded nice, they told me it was amazing. One of them said:  ''Yelena, this sounds like something you would hand into a contest!" I don't remember her words exactly, but they were along the lines of that. 

I then remembered that there was a WordSmith writing contest that I could participate in, where I could hand in stories or poetry. So, I handed it in, and guess what? I came in 2nd place for poetry in my grade! I know 2nd place isn't first place, but at least I had ranked that high. I didn't know how well my poem was going to do.

If you're wondering what this poem is about, scroll further. If not, or maybe you want to analyze this poem on your own, then don't scroll further.

This poem is about swimming with a time limit being ten minutes, as the title of this post says. In the first ten lines, I described the setting, which was an indoor pool. I described the feeling before the 'big swim' in the next four lines. Then, I describe the process of swimming, and lastly, I describe the end of the swim where I make it before the time limit. 

It was a pleasure to write this poem, and hopefully, you felt the same way reading it.

What's a situation you've felt really nervous in, but you decided to be brave and went through with it anyway? Share your thoughts in the comments, and stay tuned to see more poems and content!

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