down the stream of fellowship
into the breath of tranquility
close, mist laden shores
a million stars assault your sensibilities
the bend of the river deep green
chill rising in the warm still night
the pull of the paddles, duck weed parts
Milky Way rising, a mystical sight
where the river collides with the sky
rhythm of the paddles break the silent moon
dark hidden depths, Whitewater lorded
shores quiet chatter, a call from a loon
the music from a thousand nights
a solemn hymm only the river can compose
lost in a timeless rhythm
that only a paddler really knows
at one with the current
life in harmony, souls release
glide through the water with quiet dignity
wth each pull of the paddle ...
a sense of peace
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Author:
WL (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 27th, 2017 08:56
- Comment from author about the poem: Painting and poem about finding something to be at peace , in this case a midnight kayak paddle
- Category: Spiritual
- Views: 66
- Users favorite of this poem: Goldfinch60
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Comments3
Beautiful writing WL, great choice of words, great rhyming, this poem put me into a different realm. One of peace and quietness. I could hear the slight splash of the paddles, experienced the night landscape, and just reading it felt at peace. Seriously, no kidding!
Thanks Fred what great comment.
Such a peaceful combination of writing and picture...as candlewitch asks....I'd like to know as well, which came first the poem or painting? Thanks for sharing such a picturesque poem!
Thanks Christina, So far I have written several poems just for a painting , I have never been inspired enough by one of poems to paint from but who knows maybe someday
What a wonderful write!
"where the river collides with the sky" is a superb line.
I was with you going down that river.
The painting is sublime.
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