Living by Lake Timiskaming and boating through its many moods both day and night, I savour the pleasant adventures.









Living by Lake Timiskaming and boating through its many moods both day and night, I savour the pleasant adventures.












By The Lake
I took a peaceful stroll by Lake Temiskaming shared by both Ontario and Quebec. I imagine the fish in it are bilingual, trilingual or multilingual. 😂 As for me, it’s English and the language of Poetry with a bit of schooling in French and Latin, both of which much is forgotten like all the languages of other human lives.
I find the language of Poetry with its metaphors and symbols most efficient for what the mind and heart wish to express.
Years ago, I tried available online translation features to translate some poems into several other languages. After discussing what was communicated with others having a knowledge of English and other languages, I realized that what I was attempting to convey ‘got lost in translation’. I see this as the challenge of ancient languages in particular. It makes one wonder and question.
Anyway, the only way we can truly understand what’s being communicated is to either experience whatever it is or to telepathically, empathically ‘tune in’ to the sender, the ‘feel’ of what is written or said. That too can be rather tricky as humans often have their own personal filters and meanings, intentions and even deceptions- being able to purposely confuse or manipulate with words.
Feelings deeply felt, Soul Feelings, are far more powerful than words. Emotions are also powerful like smooth or rough waves on a Lake. They can be agitated or calmed. Lakes have their moods too.
November 19, 2024- Shelley A. Wilson

Water
I walk in Clouds
who laugh and weep
their sorrows and joys
as loving Sunrays
and caring Moonbeams
dance the short days
round and round…
I walk in Showers
of Raindrops and Snowflakes
who whisper secrets
as they gently fall-
in Blizzards that blind
and freeze with indifference-
in fierce Storms that shout
with violent fury…
Water holds Memory,
blessings and curses,
clarity and pollution…
In countless lives
Water is Aware-
Aware of us in us as us
and so much more…
In Tides and Currents and Flows,
Water moves in Bodies
great and small-
rises unseen and descends
with powers to transform
all that is immersed
in what it has become…
I walk in Rains
immersed in Water
within and beyond my skin
that once bordered Awareness,
grown borderless now
as Torrents and Floods
sweep away boundaries
and Human definitions…
I walk in Mists
of vaporous thoughts
infused with emotions-
in wildly thunderous or
blissfully calm billows
of ever-changing Clouds
now here, now gone
as am I…
Water watches all
on little Planet Earth-
watches Landscapes
shift and change,
Water and Land
advancing, receding
over and over again…
Water watches
the dramas of Evolution,
slow cycles and lightning leaps,
as Flora and Fauna disappear-
watches Humans
appear and disappear
like Streams above and under ground…
Water watches, watches and awaits
another Great Earth Age-
an Age of Un-Named Forms…
March 18, 2013- February 11, 2020
February 24, 2023
Shelley Audrey Wilson
Victoria, BC
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