Open Poetry #31 |
A Motorboat Moment |
Ivy Rose Senior Member
since 2001-12-29
Posts 1300MA, USA |
I stand at the threshold of a New Hampshire camp. The door of opportunity opening wide. My heart splashing in the lake at the camp's edge to the quiet, purring of a boat's engine. My grandfather is sitting at the helm guiding the motorboat along blue-gray inlets, rivulets of water streaming down my face mingling with the joy, the thrill, of the ride. Circling round, the lake's cresting waters break as my fingers dangle in love's gathering eddies. I hide myself in my grandfather's generous smile while he revs up the motor, and the boat flies. I am racing towards the edge of ecstasy, leaning against my father's warm and comforting chest. My heart responding to the water's call. Like my grandfather, responding to the knock of Jesus at his heart's door. I am, forever, speeding towards a new destination, skimming across the lake's glossy, surface. I am never adrift. My mind secure in this one moment of marine memory where my grandfather always guides my boat back to the shore. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
well, that does it! I have to go sailing! |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
I love the line: "I hide myself in my grandfather's generous smile" ...great, warm write...can't go wrong with this one...thanks for sharing |
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garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Ivy Rose, this is such a beautiful memory that you have written. Thanks so much for sharing it with us. Hugs Ethel |
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