Hey, friends!
This week’s poem came to me while looking for some free wallpaper art online.
Sometimes there is a magical event that connects a visual image with the written word. A type of synchronicity.
This picture did that for me. I immediately felt a connection to the blue canoe, but not for its vivid color in the image. More for its singularity in the landscape. Its utter aloneness.
The words came quickly, and the blue canoe became a metaphor for… well, you can read it below.
A lot of emotion went into this poem. I still feel it in my soul when I re-read it.
I hope you connect with it as well. Please let me know your thoughts and/or feelings in the Comments Section at the bottom of the page.
-PS Conway ☘ ☘ ☘
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blue canoe
last night’s walk along the lake
at trail’s end an abandoned
battered blue canoe bobbed in
the soft laps of twilight wake
there beneath sunset birdsong
i saw my soul
a blue canoe
such potential
beached and bereft
we jilted things did not belong
long i wept into the night
until the stars’ icy gaze
dried my eyes in their distant
indifference to our plight
the emptiness of my life
and this battered blue canoe.
This poem seems so sad “we jilted things did not belong” and “…their distant indifference to our plight the emptiness of my life…” That battered blue canoe makes a great metaphor. Nicely done, P.S.!
Cheers, PS! Definitely came from a sad place hen written – love the analysis… thank you! 🙏💙🌹🍷
Patrick, you are a master of striking the heart with cold honesty and a definition of our times.
Wow! I’m humbled, Wendy. Thank you! Sounds like you connected with it, eh?💙🛶🙏🍷🌹
Well I often feel this emptiness too Pat. It’s the great existential, “Why are we here?” Our lives are like fleeting seconds of hollow attempts to achieve some sort of greatness.
Amen, Naomi…. truer words have not been said. Cheers 💙🛶🙏🍷
Very Wordsworth and Keats tragedy
Thanks, Peter – high praise indeed ! 🙏🍷💙