Living By The Lake

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

We also sometimes boat a short way up Wabi Creek and pretend it’s the Amaxon River. It’s not hard to imagine with the high heat we have been experiencing.

By The Lake

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

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