Paddling on a swirling river.
Her husband takes the right.
His wife uses her powerful left hand.
Oh, what a truly serene feeling.
Gently gliding over the rippling water,
As the moon mesmerises the sweet scene,
Stars twinkle in the vast, darkening sunset sky.
They paddle in a sing-song, singing off-key.
One, two, kiss me sweet, kiss me soft.
Moonlight dances on the rippling river.
Their hearts entwined in an elated effect.
The peaceful sounds of flowing water
Mingle with the thrushes. chirping wildlife.
But as water seems to seep into the old canoe,
They paddle to the shore and safety.
And on the dew grass, they hug and kiss,
Their old canoe is truly drowned in the abyss.
A big lake with an empty canoe
No one knows how it go there
A lake at that
One’s thought, “For Heaven’s sake”
What is your take?
There were no bodies found
Maybe they even drowned
Perhaps swam to shore
There are no clues to make it sure
Nobody has seen
No one knows what this mystery means
A Canoe, Lake and no occupants
Mystery alright
Seen in unseen
There’s no report of missing persons
All we have is clues
We definitely have a sleuth
Nothing to solve
How do you prove?
Questions upon questions
Only assumptions being suggestions.
Light
reflects
Autumn's ink
on smooth waters,
an image stirred by a passing canoe.
An image stirred by a passing canoe
on smooth waters,
Autumn's ink
reflects
light.
Fall
dabbles
red pigment
strewn all about,
as Autumn arrives and Summer departs.
As Autumn arrives and Summer departs,
strewn all about
red pigment
dabbles
Fall.
Tippy Canoe and Tyler too
Gray rabbit is on top with attitude, spots overdue
Red rhino steadies him as he leans
Balancing a blue ball, which is filled with beans
Rocket ship is kind of in the middle
played by a panda who is never second fiddle
they are all riding across the lake on a tan canoe
decorated by the busy gnomes from Timbuktu
lake-born brown wild rice
dried flat by hot hardwood flame ~
canoe rests onshore
(October Full Moon – Dakota)
willows in symmetry
ripples in crowfoot
swan goes with the flow
Let me tell you a story
One day, near summer’s end
Martha and her husband
Went canoeing with a friend
Suddenly a log’s there!
And what can Martha do?
Then she’s in the water
She tipped from her canoe
The canoe was righted
But she’s still in the creek
“I cannot climb back in there!
Oh, I am just too weak!”
Then the men were thinking
About what they could do
To somehow get her out
And into the canoe
Then their friend gave warning
He pointed, “Look up there!
In the logs and branches
I saw a snake–beware!”
Now it has been proven
That miracles are true
For when they looked at Martha
She’s back in the canoe!
Theme: funny
Hedgehog did not want an ordinary plain willow or birch canoe.
She was a flashy brassy hedgehog; she wanted something new.
She told everyone she saw that she would be putting leaves together.
A new, lightweight canoe that would float in all kinds of weather.
Her relatives scoffed, her neighbors laughed. They told her it was silly.
She incorporated the help of her wizard cousin, Little Robotics Billy.
He spent a day eating all the brownies in her house, while he created.
A fancy leaf canoe, that was better than anything she had anticipated.
So now she floats around the pond in the fanciest canoe on the water.
Parents are finally proud of her. “There goes are brilliant daughter!”
Hedgehog has begged Billy to not make any more canoes like hers.
"Okay, as long as you keep me in brownies,” he often purrs.
when the soul long flies
solitude bird and canoe
makes the body sail... !
My soul is my canoe
sails me in a sea of verses
a poetic harbor is my destination...
I trace a path between the rocks, jagged cold and grey
that whip the waves into a froth; tea-like tannin stain
Is this a place that we can pass, safe, Or should we stay?
For rapids, falls, and tangled logs, have thwarted us along the way
We’ve pulled the ropes, despite no hope, down paths of constant change
And now we go on one last float, to salvage a tired day.
A cool wind creeps
Across a stagnant Day
Stirring the persistent heat
And pestering bugs away
Our feet rest chilly
Along the river's bank
Resting on this sandy shoal
Our canoes have found a place
We eat and drink, and the kids find things
laughing loudly with older friends
While no one notices troubles
Disappearing 'round the bend
Just for a few hours, anyway
They'll be waiting for us I'm sure
But now, in this moment
This sandbar holds the cure
Even though it's stifling hot
And the storms are rolling in
It's perfect just to be here
And a perfect day for friends
The sun shimmers over the rippling river as if chasing the water spiders. Long grasses mixed with wild flowers weave back and forth along the banks. Turtles bathe on the exposed log jutting out from the water. A herring hides beneath a shady willow.
What a spectacular day to skim past such beauty in our new canoe!
" Canoe " picture this?
Come, let's build a canoe,
We'll float away
just me and you
We'll float down stream
Upon the water,
Flickers of light
In our hair
My daughter
My little daughter
A poet too
An artist
May our dreams
Come true!
Floating along,
The streams
sweet song
Of voices of
forever long
Petals floating
beside the canoe
Many poets
Sailed here once too
We watch as we
float past the trees
Redwoods vast
and meadows green
Embracing life
In joy serene
Nodding flowers
watch
The meandering stream
And me
and you
In our
Canoe
The umber canoe
floats. The long curly leaves
of a weeping willow
casts eel-shaped shadows.
The mocha river
swirls when the bass are caught,
they twist the nylon lines.
The clouds are heavy
monsterous shapes; shades
of violet, deep greys-
they change the summer sky
into rain. Winds push the canoe
towards the muddy edge.
Earth colors merge; the rain-
drops bombard and rise
with the waves, wood splits.
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