I have seen Tom Daley dive. Yesssssssss! But not recently at the Olympics, but a couple of years ago at Plymouth Life Centre. Every Friday when I was there, so was Tom, and usually his dad was there too. I used to wonder how he learned all the techniques, the tucks, the spins, the pike, the somersaults, the tiny splash in to the pool.


High above on the diving board

Tom is thinking ahead,

He fears the risk of those twists and turns –

Success just hangs by a thread.

A small mistake with a clumsy move,

An entry not quite straight,

Or a  mighty splash and a tower of foam

Will mean that his dive’s second-rate.


But off he leaps like a splendid bird,

Propels himself through the air,

His mind unleashed from the terror of life –

The knocks, the sorrows, the wear.


High above on your diving board,

When fears assault like a knife,

Grasp the risks, the twists and turns,

And somersault through your life !

About rhymebydesign

Mother, grandmother, mainstream poet and short story writer. Started off in life as a teacher, but then moved out of the classroom in to educational administration. Curious about what makes people tick, including my own tickings! I enjoy long walks, thought provoking books, theatre and leading a simple life. I offer a customised poetry writing service for any occasion you might like to mark. Contact me at rhymebydesign@hotmail.com for a quick quote.

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