With each stroke,
the rower is left in
the river’s wake
Love this imagery and its message … the ‘zen of rowing’ …
Yes! Each stroke mindful and smooth.
we seem to move somewhere,don’t we 🙂
I could just swim in your poetry for hours…yet another gorgeous bit of bliss here. Rowing is close to me heart, though I am not actually a rower, I’ve always wanted to be, and plan to take it up. There is such peace and tranquility in these words. Always deeply affecting in imagery and feeling. Brilliant!
Thank you for your kind words, Autumn Jade. I used to row as a wee strapping lad in high school and now in my encroaching middle age I find a rowing club down the road from me in Japan, of all places. There is something very meditative about it – a sort of communing with the power of water, as it were. I was also extremely grateful that it is not a contact sport…
Yes, precisely where I find the allure- its meditative quality. I’d greatly enjoy rowing every dawn. For hours in the early morn every day I enjoy those contemplative, meditative hours, and all the more better gliding through the waters, as all of diurnal nature begins to emerge from dewy somnolence. I would have adored rowing for high school had that been available to me. Took on long-distance running, also something I find a bit meditative, especially alongside murmering creeks. I just adore that, precisely the words for it “communing with the power of water” Aye!! Lovely! Cheers,
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