I look into that big blue space
The pool.
My home
My place.
I’m free
In the race, it’s only me
Cold water tickling my skin
As I dive in
The bubbles form a blanket
That comforts me and let’s me know
I’ll make it.
But the fear is still there
How fast does time tick?
I see Red.
The numbers on the board dictate my fate.
I think I got first,
Judging from my pace.
Couplet: lots of use in couplets in this poem, but stanza 3 is a rhyming couplet.
Slant Rhyme: fate/pace
Imagery: water tickles/bubbles form a comforting blanket
Connotation: Red- red is usually associated with bad things, but red numbers showing a best time are good
Anaphora: My home/My place
Love this! The ryhming and enjambment works together to create a strong image of your swimming experience.
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