Kayak

Kayak

A Poem by Richard Layne
"

night kayaking and the things we find out there

"

The kayak sat steady in the water

ripples from passing boat floating gently underneath

he still tightened up his midsection

he wasn’t born on the water

he was still learning this new world

and he still got nervous as s**t when something different happened


the dip of his paddle 

a little water running to his elbow

another dip


let's get away

from that boat

from that family on top

not seeing him 

on the dark water


he shouldn’t have said it

he should have remained calm

some words you can’t take back

everything is forgivable 

but nothing is forgettable 


the dip of his paddle

a splash on his knee

another dip

stroke into the dark night


underneath the kayak was murky

dark water.  no moon tonight.

a darkness you could fall into forever

a silence of black wetness


the canal was cut for the folks who lived in the big houses

had the big boats 

the dip of his paddle

the docks he passed

strung up in lights

groups, mingling around the decks

another stroke

conversation murmured

no one heard him or saw him

a woman’s laughter floating past as he 

dipped 

in the darkness

quiet, 

save for the small splash where oar met water



© 2017 Richard Layne



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Author's Note

Richard Layne
its been too long. trying to get back in the swing of things. appreciate comments.

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Interesting poem .. must be quite fascinating paddling at night. Could also be a metaphor for exploring something unusual. I can almost hear the splash in the last line 'where oar met water. Well penned

Posted 2 Months Ago


Richard Layne

2 Months Ago

Thank you
It is different at night
i like the metaphor ..and especially how the little water on the elbow can be a frightening thing ...and we dip our quills in the ink eh!? i have wanted to go kayaking but have never done so .. it would not be difficult as i live right around the corner to a wide river and plenty of places that rent them ... but you gave me a taste of it ..there is a certain creative tension in your poem ..the quiet comfort of night and the disquiet of larger boats and insensitive loud people ... as i get use to the kayaking i do want to yell at them all .."You don't belong here!" ;) welcome back to writing!! :)
E.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Richard Layne

2 Months Ago

thank you E. i love the dogs by the way lol
Einstein Noodle

2 Months Ago

yeh! the dogs...they are a couple of goof balls for sure ... Bella and Beauregard .. he is just a pu.. read more
Its funny how some people lose the ability to write when married - the same happened Mary Rosalie Boyd - chair of poetry four times in South Africa, married Terhayne... then her pen fell silent... tragic and sad in a way.

Im glad you found your pen again!

Posted 2 Months Ago


"the dip of his paddle
a splash on his knee
another dip
stroke into the dark night

underneath the kayak was murky
dark water. no moon tonight.
a darkness you could fall into forever
a silence of black wetness"

Posted 2 Months Ago


You came back paddling full force with very enjoyable sport that all people can enjoy regardless of their wealth or status. So glad you are back and hoping to read more. Excellent, sir...:)..............

Posted 2 Months Ago



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Richard Layne
Richard Layne

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I got married, had 2 awesome kids, joined a big corporation, and stopped writing. 15 years later, I want that piece of me back. more..

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