#kayak - Hello Poetry

to be frank, I never cared for fall not enamoured by the warm-hued leaves riding the winds as they fall to the ground where they crunch too cold for my old mimosa littered brunch the rain also won’t stop who could claim this season and for what reason? I miss the sunlight and the warm embrace of the wind I miss the stressless summer bliss instead, here I am racking my head, studying for exams hoping I can just get back again to kayaking in the blue, wearing my swim trunks like a tattoo instead, here I am racking my head, swimming in the deep end will I drown who knows, thank god I love to idle and float or else I would be meeting Moby **** when the depression hits

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Oct 28, 2021

Oct 28, 2021 at 10:43 AM UTC

munybee

Falling from grace

to be frank, I never cared for fall not enamoured by the warm-hued leaves riding the winds as they fall to the ground where they crunch too cold for my old mimosa littered brunch the rain also won’t stop who could claim this season and for what reason? I miss the sunlight and the warm embrace of the wind I miss the stressless summer bliss instead, here I am racking my head, studying for exams hoping I can just get back again to kayaking in the blue, wearing my swim trunks like a tattoo instead, here I am racking my head, swimming in the deep end will I drown who knows, thank god I love to idle and float or else I would be meeting Moby **** when the depression hits

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Bubbles flow past me upended underwater and I struggle against the water plastic digging into my thighs body betraying me as I desperately try to roll.

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Jan 27, 2020

Jan 27, 2020 at 12:28 AM UTC

lilacsunsets

Roll

Bubbles flow past me upended underwater and I struggle against the water plastic digging into my thighs body betraying me as I desperately try to roll.

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Let's row into mangroves Run by sandy shores Let sea wash away The salt in our sweat.

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Nov 6, 2017

Nov 6, 2017 at 12:19 AM UTC

PencilPoet

Mangroves

Let's row into mangroves Run by sandy shores Let sea wash away The salt in our sweat.

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Today I went kayaking I glided across the cool waters Brackish and so devoid of life This time of year As I drifted underneath the bridge I imagined it painted like the Sistine chapel A choir of angels hidden beneath the barnacle encrusted concrete For only the fish to see I had almost forgotten that the river existed Five minutes away And all I wanted to do was paddle Out into the ocean

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Feb 9, 2015

Feb 9, 2015 at 12:33 AM UTC

nothing-much

A really warm day in the middle of February

Today I went kayaking I glided across the cool waters Brackish and so devoid of life This time of year As I drifted underneath the bridge I imagined it painted like the Sistine chapel A choir of angels hidden beneath the barnacle encrusted concrete For only the fish to see I had almost forgotten that the river existed Five minutes away And all I wanted to do was paddle Out into the ocean

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Bouncing down the tall stairs Hazel eyes and short blonde hair Daughter, the first of two She looked up to you Mama’s girl was so small Not like her dad at all Daddy liked to fish, hunt and hike Kayak, canoe and mountain bike She liked all the little girl things Barbies, crayons and trampolines Today I sit in your old kayak and gear And think about us as if you were still here I wish we could do all these things together Now we’re the same, but you never got better In and out of hospitals all the time Still we all thought that you would be just fine No answers, no cure and little treatment But you had hope in the discouragement Time has passed and you’ve been missed greatly I realize now just how much you gave me Your stubbornness, determination and drive Your deep love and passion of all things outside Dad, so many things we could do I want to be back there with you On the water with that kayak But nothing will bring those days back So many things you’ll miss Stories of my first kiss Frightening my prom date Seeing me graduate Walking me down the aisle Tearing up all the while Dad, you are loved and you are missed.

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Jul 23, 2014

Jul 23, 2014 at 4:28 PM UTC

mkwhitmore

Words Emerged from that Old Kayak

Bouncing down the tall stairs Hazel eyes and short blonde hair Daughter, the first of two She looked up to you Mama’s girl was so small Not like her dad at all Daddy liked to fish, hunt and hike Kayak, canoe and mountain bike She liked all the little girl things Barbies, crayons and trampolines Today I sit in your old kayak and gear And think about us as if you were still here I wish we could do all these things together Now we’re the same, but you never got better In and out of hospitals all the time Still we all thought that you would be just fine No answers, no cure and little treatment But you had hope in the discouragement Time has passed and you’ve been missed greatly I realize now just how much you gave me Your stubbornness, determination and drive Your deep love and passion of all things outside Dad, so many things we could do I want to be back there with you On the water with that kayak But nothing will bring those days back So many things you’ll miss Stories of my first kiss Frightening my prom date Seeing me graduate Walking me down the aisle Tearing up all the while Dad, you are loved and you are missed.

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