Monthly Archives: May 2010

5/31/10 – gom jabbar/swimming

What to speak of today?

I swam 1/2 mile today – and already got to the next step of my new goal of a pool length (1/2 Olympic) without taking a breath, swimming with bare hands.  I swam the length with my gloves this time, face down doing freestyle.  After the halfway line, I was aching, wanted to give up.
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And like Paul Atreides at the very beginning of Frank Herbert’s Dune, his hand in the Bene Geseret’s pain box, the test, feeling his hand surely burning to a crisp, feeling flesh melt and tendons snapping, wondering why the old witch was destroying his hand, the prick of the deadly poisonous gom jabbar on her finger at his throat – then realizing from somewhere in his keening mind that the ache could not be real, that this was indeed a test.   That this was really a test of his concentration, not his threshold of pain.

And I let go.  Let my chest and throat relax.  Gave into the ache, the discomfort, as something that should be there, that rightfully was there.  Just one more stroke.  And one more stroke.  One more. What, 10 feet now?  2 more strokes.  I let go, let Victory take over.  And I am there, my hand out, touches the wall.  And I grab, and pull up.  Break surface and breathe.

So next, swimming the length with my bare hands.  I have very small hands; I enjoy the power of the wide hydrodynamically contoured paddles on them.

In bicycle news, I think I will pare down my New Year’s determination to bike a “century” this summer.  I only realized when someone pointed it out to me, that that’s going to be like 10 solid hours of pedaling.   The most I’ve ever ridden is about 32 miles. So maybe a half-century or a metric century (which I guess would be the phrase for 100 kilometers).
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5/30/10 – wishing well (6.8.6 haiku, after Jon Schmidt’s “Longing”)

Body and soul resting after a 2-hour bike ride on this perfect summer Sunday, randomly came upon Jon Schmidt’s little piano piece “Longing” (youtube, here), and the image of a penny for your thoughts in a wishing well popped into my head. Yes, I am still writing poetry for Marilyn, gone over five years now.
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wishing well

flashing up from the depth
your thoughts your dreams still beam, I smile
My last penny well spent
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5/29/10 – poem, writers island prompt #5

Writers’ Island is one of the sites continuing prompts, weekly.  “Blind Side… Perhaps someone, or something, or someplace just caught you completely by surprise. Or something happened that you never saw coming… Or unexpected manifest compassion. Or….Tell us in your words (poem, prose, flash fiction) the why, who, what, where, when, or how regarding the unexpected — whatever moves you to write.

Been almost a month since I’ve worked off posted prompts.  Here is a memory that’s getting  me choked up again, so I’ll leave it be now, a bit rough.  And I realize I straddle the line between clarity and maudlin, and sometimes I fumble.
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Laying there so sore
after my surgery
heart still beating
I was scared
would the heart stop itself now
would I get up and go to work again
would there be time to find love

You were a nurse
saw those things on my face
so you sat yourself on my bed
held my hand
in yours for a few minutes
if I wanted to say anything
to listen for a moment
like a friend like a lover

Not much to say when finally asked
so I asked you and you told me
you had three daughters
you worked nights so
you could see them off to school
greet them when they came home
your mother helped

I asked about your black tattoo
hiding under your scrubs
your husband’s face tattooed
fine smiling mustachioed
Shane – beneath in script
he had one of you
your faces there loving always
together forever
you said yeah it was corny but
sounding calm
you seemed okay
but then again I was still fuzzy –

He died last month
had had asthma bad
but this one this attack
never let up its grip
the final one
and that was what it was

And I wanted to feel ashamed
you comforting me
and I did
but you were okay
and I was okay
in our warm palms
in our entwined fingers
for strangers there was time
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5/28/10 – swimming, 686 haiku

My next swimming goal is to swim the length of the gym pool – standard 1/2 Olympic length – without taking a breath. And I have 3/4 the lung capacity of a normal man my height and weight – which one would assume would not be good to begin with – which is to be expected for someone with my health history.

Today, though, I challenged myself using the paddles to do it – the farthest I had even gone without a breath was 20 feet short of the end. So after one attempt after doing a halfmile, I tried again – and just pushed myself. maybe 10 seconds? I have no idea. It felt like eternity, and like nothing at all time just slipping way, at the same time.  Next step is to swim the length breathless without paddles or gloves.  I know the haiku is lame, but feeling tired today.
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I call an audible
presume to challenge press it now
surprise myself and win
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5/27/10 – red the lips (6.8.6 haiku)

Just popped in my head right now, ninety seconds, but no second guess…
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first blush the stolen kiss
rimming rimming your scarlet mouth
red the ache, red the heart
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5/26/10 – cpap astronaut (6.8.6 haiku)

Finally got my CPAP machine today, hope it works and worth it – the mask feels in an odd way comforting. Which tells you how lonely I am…

Okay, this isn’t me, it’s Brendan Fraser in Gods and Monsters
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kiss yourself to my face
now make me a sexy spaceman
alien women swoon
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5/25/10 – lackawanna windmills (a 6.8.6 haiku)

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I crest around that turn
as the bikepath jambs the river –
distant windmills tai chi
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