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Ride In Heart's Canoe

Paddling on the calm back-waters

Drawn to the brilliant blue sky

I pick fleecy shapes of fantasy

Wonderment and awe greet mind's eye

At every bend in the stream of life

Deep pools of reflection mirror my soul

 

This trip is not the first I make

There have been others in the past

Not so successful journeys

Whirlpools have me paddling hard

Raging rapids try to break this craft

Boulders of doubt spring leaks

Low limbs try to drag me out

I bail with both hands

To keep from drowning

I keep patching with the glue

Born of the bonds of

Solid relationship

Drifting slowly to my Love's dock

I find her waiting with Ambrosia

Bread of life cheeses of variety

The meat of companionship

Sustains my confidence

And ambrosia quenches thirst

Clasping hands we stroll

To look at the guiding stars

Lighting the way

There may yet be rough water

But the river holds no fear

Or threat we cannot face ....

We ride in Heart's canoe

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

— Geezer, Jul 08, 2009

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Region, Country: New York State - USA, USA

Favorite Poets: Poe, Emily Dickenson, Robert Frost, Shakespeare, and many of the poets here at Neopoet.

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Seren

16 years 11 months ago

This is beautiful Gee

Whoever told you that you should? was right, for you to write ;) lol(hugz) I am tired tonight so am keeping my comments short next time ill rave on a bit more LOL Love Jayne x x
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orgami

16 years 11 months ago

Very descriptive poem of feeling and mood

you describe well the passage of this travel I miss my canoe quiet and peaceful and the days of heavy winds would put ballast of stone in the front and come from the lee of an island feirce into the giant waves digging heavily into the fray Such was youth once I had someone special sadness and happiness combined You write wonderfully of Love and hope my freind "low limbs try to drag me out" yes I remember those days and spiders that would fall from hanging branch and the odd tip over some happy moments remembered