the lavender lake
cradles a small paper boat
beneath moonlit reeds.
some journeys ask for no oars,
only faith in the current.
Lake Ontario
great lake
beautiful lake
in Huron Wyandot
Ontarí’io
names but thunder
they merely rumble
intentions that echo
lake of shining waters
beautiful water
in Iroquois Mohawk
Oniatari:io
names are how we honour
reflecting our own light
our little wave
our tide our turn
to appreciate this life
Such a spiteful petulant bloated fake
Waterways’ names aren’t for you to take
With hubris your guide
Set your golf clubs aside
And go jump in your rechristened lake!
sun peaks through the clouds
as breeze lays low while on boat
quiet day on lake
“For he shatters the doors of bronze and cuts in two the bars of iron.” — Psalm 107:16
The foundry's quiet as a catacomb as I open up doors alone,
the furnace quiet in the back, molding cars still on their tracks.
Products of our previous toil, blood sweat, tears, and maybe oil.
Walking through a habit learned, do not touch lest one get burned.
Footsteps echo on the grates; I pass behind the tank of hate.
The lake of fire all contained, bound by steel and God's domain.
The water runs both day and night, keeping hell inside its shell,
for if the raging beast escapes, the iron bends. And the concrete breaks.
Stifling heat caress my lungs, within the path of grit,
it takes my breath and begs my soul—submit.
As I make my way into the yard, stumble on some steely shards,
skids and forklifts standing by; they look at me and ask me why?
The heavy doors announce a groan, the peace of man who walks alone.
The lights ignite the blackened pits, of auto cast and rust and grit.
And in the back, the beast awaits, the men of iron beyond the gates.
Lake being so calm and crystal clean,
ripples and reflects so serene.
Every nerve dived in beauty,
while eyes perform their duty.
Blessed with moon's light,
mysteries evolving in the night.
Lake seems to be taken aback,
as if frightened by the wind's attack.
Perplexed to make a decision,
mind occupied by fear's illusion.
Whether to move in or to stay,
just longs to feel joy on the way.
I stood up to leave,
with my mind at reprieve.
Heart being so confined,
still no footprints left behind.
LAKE
I want to rent a house on a lake
I want it to be quiet, a simple house,
But
I want it to have a dock and maybe a
Rowboat or canoe. Either is OK.
I don’t want there to be any motors,
Or a busy lake
I want to be able to jump into the lake
And swim under the water and look up
and see the light coming through the water
I want to see a spider walk on the
Surface of the water.
Just because they can
Oh, there will be a little fish darting.
And I want to
Just swim around where it’s a little murky,
And I’ll see just a flash of their lives.
At night I can go out in the boat
And listen to the Silence.
Maybe some bats fly by
Hopefully, it will be cloudless
And the sky will be full of stars
That is my wish
Time passed by slowly; the breeze felt low.
Only one star twinkled, its lonely foe.
The yellow sunny light lit up the sky,
And a light breeze chased the clouds goodbye.
How calm was the large lake.
Even the waves did not quake.
Swallows flew above, chirping bright
Some flying left, some turning right.
Loons flew hither and thither, all around
Some would dive for fish with hardly a sound.
While white swans glided peacefully.
Incredibly, they easily evaded each other.
How I wish the scene had a long duration.
Such a scene filled me with great elation.
snowflakes like flowers
swirl across frozen lake
leaving impressions
mirrored in the lake
geese enhance the sapphire sky
doubling the beauty.
geese horde around lake
blocking fishing lines from fish
since then they are friends
crossing an old lake
gulls warble on dazzled coast ~
springtime serenade
lake water mirrors
the sky's vast flitting canvas~
peace rests on its shore
by the still neat lake
feeding goose and her goslings
a mercy and peace!
glassy water sleeps,
lake light dances on the waves,
peace is all around.
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