Douglas Brown Poet Blank verse

Notes About The Poem

 

 

 

Boundary Waters

The man rested his paddle carefully
next to the bundle.
  My favorite time of day.
  Dusk.
The light was soft,
The water still as lakeside glass,
insects skimming over touching,
laying down a perfect parabola 
and then touching again.
He still felt her kiss and touch
on cheek and hand.
He smiled at the bundle.
Everything I need and more.
Sometime back a ways,
paddling easy in a light chop,
he had forgotten to worry about it.
  What did doctors know.
Resting, he had taken a cookie
from the bundle and ate it,
looking at each bite before.

Dusk left him and the canoe went on,
  paddle easy,
  paddle strong, paddle easy, paddle strong.
Surely, he had crossed it by now.
And surely who gives a-
His sudden laughter startled a Great Blue Heron.
It flew up, its wings a miracle.
The man let the canoe drift 
and looked to the beautiful darkening sky.
He took another cookie from the bundle.
  I am ready.
  I am ready.

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Line Gauthier February 11, 2021 at 3:04 PM A pleasure to find your delightful poem published in the 2020 PS Anthology, Douglas~

Richard Lamoureux November 30, 2019 at 9:37 AM Are you from Canada or the USA? I’m originally from Northern Ontario but now live in Kelowna BC. I love the outdoors and in Canada we have plenty of it.

Ann Foster September 24, 2019 at 9:37 AM An incredible image in my mind you have created... excitement, in a quiet waiting way.... regret is not here... it is the embrace of life... worth living. God Bless your days. Ann

Line Gauthier February 8, 2018 at 8:25 PM Magical setting... mysterious... there's so much more to the story you're not telling us, Douglas.

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton January 3, 2018 at 2:13 PM Scary, sort of ...