Hips to hull
tethered free
I’m paddle-dipping,
rolling
in your wake
I’m crested, carried
home/away
while sipping salt
of sea-tears kept
to be savored,
shared with this
our sun.
Sarah inspires us to write about boats at dVerse, and for me, the only boat applicable is the kayak.
August 11, 2020
Running in the slow lane
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The Quantumverse
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Björn Rudbergs writings 
Wow, this is fascinating. I love your view of kayaking and the imagery of the sea, especially in these few lines:
“of sea-tears kept
to be savored,
shared with this
our sun.”
That’s absolutely beautiful in figurative imagery. It describes the nature of the sea, its saltiness, and the glare of the sun amazingly. It’s very imaginative. What an excellent take on the prompt, I thoroughly enjoyed this!
Enjoyed going kayaking with you very much. I’ve always thought it must be such a peaceful way to be out in a boat….no noise except maybe the oar splashing the water…..it seems like the kind of boat, because there’s no motor and you’re so close to the water itself in terms of sitting low in the kayak, that you can really experience the river/lake/and the wonderful scenery around you.
What a magnificent photo! I love this part:
“I’m paddle-dipping,
rolling
in your wake”
I like your paradoxes – tethered but free, carried home/away, salt tears in the sunlight. Lovely work, Bjorn.
you make it sound so carefree, liberating.
I enjoyed your poem, Bjorn. My son and his wife kayak on occasion. My mother had a terror of water, and she taught me very well, so I’m afraid I have no boating tales to tell.
I’m glad you invited us along. I love the boat echoing the reflected light. (K)
True so very true, there is only one boat and that is the kayak. I say about my boats, kayaks, they start first pull every time. I do have a sail that I sometimes use on the ruddered kayak, which is kind of cool.
Your poem rolls and rollicks, a delightful time on the water.
That photo is gorgeous! I can feel the peacefulness of nature. This made me think of my many canoe trips. Just lovely
I’m paddle-dipping,
rolling
in your wake
Did you take this photo? Amazing scenery and photo.
Sea tears kept to be savored!! Oh what a marvellous piece! You’ve rocked the prompt😊
oh dear. such tender weaving of a heartbreaking poem, Bjorn.
I really like the sipping of sea tears… shared by the sun!
dwight
This is a beautiful and very evocative ode to kayaking. I too love the second stanza. Congratulations on the wonderful photo.
This is beautiful… you have created longing in me for the experience.
You’ve captured the feeling so well.
“Hip to hull,” caught there yet there is the freedom of you in a vast ocean away from everything you wish to leave behind
Nice
Much✏love
rolling along with some lovely rhythms here
Fantastic depiction of kayaking and gorgeous photo. You sure know how to make some beautiful waves.
Stunning pic and a very cathartic poem, feel thestripping away of layers …
I love the alliteration in this poem!
Beautiful picture