Will you comment on drowning please?

Dallas, this is interesting this is about what it feels like to drowned , my husband learnt me how to swim he very nealy drowned me first he took me to the deep end and let me go under .

I felt like I was chocking and stuff ..he just laughed and said you should hold your breath.

Now I can swim but I must no that I can stan up if I want to ...

I also thought I was going to drowned ones on holiday I came down one of the big water slides

In a ring at the bottom the lifeguard was waiting for me he then tipped me out into the water I went

under my daughter shouted at him she can't swim .. he puled me up and I was crying like a baby

He said I'm sorry I'm Sorry so sorry .. He was lovely looking ,, So I plaid on it a lot LOL thought I might have to have the kiss of life or something LOL Good poem thank you

Hiya Dallas.That's a good description of a terribly sad incident.It throws light on necessity of swimming.I really feel very disheartened upon reading calamities expressed in poetry.I know swimming so there is no chance of me drowning.I never had any friend or relative who lost his life in water or any other accident.So I really haven't experienced the sorrow of being in such a situation.But really well written and expressed.Thanks(o)

I almost drowned once when I was a kid. This really captures the feeling. I can remember looking up, toward the top of the pool, and wondering how I was going to get out. It wasn't scary while it was happening, just strange.

Good writing.

Another one in the style of Carl Sandberg but I like this one better than the last one I read. The subject is a little macabre but still a good poem.

Hi Dallas, good morning to you (afternoon here). I've often wondered what it would feel like to drown.(not metaphorically, I've been there enough) I got the drift from your poem, but somehow I was expecting it to be more drawn out and to take longer. An interesting subject for you to tackle today.

Hi. Dallas sad story, i experience this couple of years ago,saw 2 friends drowned.

OMG hon I cannot comment on your poem after reading the answer from Caz- which of course shows the profound effect of your work.

Caz, you have a unique gift of offsetting anything you want to with natural grace and humor.

Thank you Dal...

It is eternity when fear enters from my memory, then the panic and action to reach the surface. I would wonder though at what point do you give up? I think I'll leave that question open.

Many aspects of drowsing, in love, in spirit, in reality and more, captured beautifully in your heart and poetic words, that takes one with you on the journey.

Very interesting.

(Excuse me a minute while a catch my breath)