In The Wake – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Come Sail

Sarah at dVerse has invited us to write a poem about boats of any type.

Photo: yours truly out on the Blackwood River

“The way of a canoe is the way of the wilderness, freedom almost forgotten.” Sigurd F. Olson

In The Wake

The dolphins are laughing
while the grebe casts a wary eye
as I cut a swathe through Neptunes land,
gently gouging the surface
my shoulders sway as the double-ended
paddle crosses over, slicing the 
grey-green expanse, forcing it
against itself as a passage of time
in the wake of all that is.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


Filed under boats, Free Verse, kayaking, life, mindfulness, passion, poem, quote

53 responses to “In The Wake – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. ‘a passage of time in the wake of all that is;’

    I can hear the splash of the paddles and the opening up of that passage. Lovely.

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  2. My sister and husband kayak in Vermont and Maine.

    Sent from Yahoo Mail on Android

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  3. Perhaps our journey here is just time pushing against itself as we move across our etherial journey through the passage of time!

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  4. “forcing it
    against itself as a passage of time” Wow what a marvellous metaphor. Lovely poetry ❤

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  5. To paddle is to breathe!

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  6. The last 2 lines are a fantastic comparison!

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  7. I love how your paddle “gouges” the surface of the water! And of course the last two lines . . .

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  8. lync56

    This poem conjures beautiful moments shared in such an amazing pastime – you have captured it perfectly


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  9. I love that image of the paddle slicing the water. Kayaks and canoes seem to bring people right into nature. I think you really capture the feeling here.

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  10. Stephanie

    This is so beautiful!

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  11. Beautiful, with the beginning “laughing dolphins” too. Michael

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  12. Mother Wintermoon

    slicing the
    grey-green expanse, forcing it
    against itself as a passage of time
    in the wake of all that is.

    The passage of time flows swiftly like the water and takes many twists and turns. We need good oars to navigate. Love the flow of your words. Beautifully expressed!

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  13. Amy

    Ah… the freedom. 🙂

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  14. peaceful paddle, beautiful metaphors and great distance shot
    … can’t see your face Paul?

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  15. The rhythm of the poem reflects the rhythm of the paddles so well! I feel myself swaying from side to side.

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  16. You are a gift with words.


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