Canoe with a View: :"Coniston my lake of hope". by John Adam

Canoe Poetry by John Adam

It is the deep dark black lake beneath my keel
That winks at me from the silver topped swell
Surrounded by a panorama of shades of wild grey
Is this my gateway to hell?

Coniston my lake of hope

by John Adam

Through wind, rain and wave I struggle and hurt
Is this my solitude I search for to escape?
The traumas that have enveloped my life so profound
To be cleansed so very deep

I bow my head and subjugate my soul to the lake
And drive my canoe in to its teeth of desolation
A pack of wild elements snapping at my mind
Eating through the pain and resolution.

Solitude is there to give my reason hope
I bury my paddle deep into that black pit
Driving myself forward, toward the glow
To look back from where I come and spit.

The radiance gathers strength from the descending dark
An ever glowing beacon of hope and calm
A heading that takes me home to reassurance
My soul replenished in balm

So to the shore I secure my flight from the gloom
Terra Ferma a massive strength beneath my feet
Supports the golden glow warm shades of hope
A warm fire of friendship to meet.

And so my future’s looking dim, is no more
The virtual feral creature on shoulders gone
A return, with excitement an inner strength
To smile at nothing is now my warming sun.

Ullswater a Cumbrian winter lake.

Coniston my lake of hope