by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
lost love, , 9th grade,
He wrote inside my 9th grade yearbook: "I'd like to get with you inside a kayak."
Today I would respond:
"Your kisses were so heavenly, but you abandoned me.
So it's a 'no' to me and you together in a small canoe!"
Dedicated to my first kiss, Glenn, a real son-of-a-preacher man.
by Robert Trezise Jr. |
Categories:
adventure, angel, child, creation, longing, loss, love,
Tip of her kayak
Tears
At the tissue of Torch Lake
In its morning middle
New sun floating blurry
A half-deflated balloon
Struggling on a string above the hills
Fists of fog like marble hands
Warming themselves in the steam
From the night-chilled water
I can barely see our daughter
Out there
Lit
Like a dragonfly
On the petal of a blue flower
The ends of her pink paddles
Slowly
Beating up and down
Along her sides
Wings
Testing the delicate air
Making her way to the other shore.
I put my binoculars down.
Next week she leaves for Marketing school in college.
by Debjani Mitra |
Categories:
celebration, conflict, heart, love, mountains, river, water,
Wild and free,... pounds a torrent of water.
Turbulence hurtling hard, flows down the cliff,
a jagged rock journey... to a tranquil river.
Slow soft foams... kayak a serene river,
of cool,.. calm,.. crystal clear water.
Gentle splashing sound, loudly hugs the cliff.
Dashing in roars,.. slips off bouldered cliff,
Ebbing away ego,.. plunging the heart of river.
In placid harmony of peace, glistens crashing water.
Water falls?.cascading cliffs,.,perhaps falling in love with river?
22nd February 2019
A Tritina for Messina Contest
Sponsor Charles Messina
by Reyhan Yucebay |
Categories:
history, people,
Waves washed in wind
Sulfer swirled till cold with rain.
Flowers bloomed in ashes
where lava dance to cool.
My love grew in tides
Love of my king and queen.
Banyan holds sulfer in tides
Branches blends kayak in dreams .
Left alone as promise child
Dead call names stalk of sugar cane.
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
nature,
I have told no one about my secret cavern place
There is no reason to hurry, there is no one to race.
A world of imagination that soothes my soul.
I leave my home hurting, but now I am whole.
I can close my eyes and shut everyone out
I do not have any reason to be angry or pout.
An ethereal silence my kayak and I love.
There is no other sound from below or above.
When I get closer to the magic circle, I look around.
My meditation has begun. I can feel my body slowing down.
My breaths are farther apart now. I give a large yawn.
Perfect spot for my afternoon nap as I float on and on.