Carmela Patterson

Rookie - 10 Points (10/26/40 / Los Angeles, CA)

My Canoe - Poem by Carmela Patterson

Standing on the edge of the sea
I wondered what happened to me?
The waters churned readying for the storm
And the winds whipped from early morn.

My own storms rattled my sense of self
And fumblingly I placed them all on a shelf
How could I be feeling so sad and blue
And stopped paddling my own canoe?

When time and life beat me again and again
I picked up the catharsis of poetry and to pen
Rhymes of all kinds, stories, and journals too
And returned to paddle my own canoe,
May you
paddle your own canoe....
too.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 1, 2011


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