Lily pad floats pon gelatin skin. Non lit side tree shows it's day an begin. Paddle in dip to abyss in ta dark. Heat a the sun, in glade warmth humid air. Under rock shaded shore in thick weed presence more. Shadows cast. . . . two above dippin oars in paired sink. Rustled leave, branches rub. Drops divet land, not a word buv drips in sound. Moments taken in reserve, all in clear of what is............................. silvered thought
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Posted: Aug 2010
About this poem:
I'm sure there's a few who never went in a canoe:)
Bentlee - welcome back for a time :) your silvered thought grows misty in the night....an flows from the stream into the air. beautiful poem...thanks for sharing my friend.
Andrew my friend, as always a pleasure chattin with you, ty for your words and always your kind consideration of others written thought :) take care an talk soon.
Comments (10)
rob
Glad to see you around again