a poem in my pocket

Trying to meet the challenge of writing a poem/haiku every day for National Poetry Month,  I found this draft poem I wrote (never posted) to an earlier dVerse prompt; a true story in quadrille form of 44 words.

rising bubbles,

hint of troubles

hot sun, stay cool

float in deep pool

girl cannot swim

slips thru ring’s rim

bubbles, bubbles

danger doubles

sinking under

filled with wonder

relaxed, no panic

water clear blue

go down for two

beautiful bubbles

belie her troubles

Thanks, Dad, for “fishing” me out in time…and paying for swimming lessons soon after!