John Lawless Poet Rhyme

The coxswain calls the cadence

The coxswain calls the cadence
…I don’t like his tone
But I am forced to listen
Cuz he’s got the megaphone

I think my oar is twisted
As it defies my wishes
It hits the water making
Loud splashes and not swishes

The other oarsmen wonder
Why can’t he get in sync
They blame it on the fact that
My oar is painted pink

I close my eyes and memorize
The taste of burgers, hot, with fries
Ease my stroke into a rhythm
Knowing a distant tide abides

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Michael Tor February 4, 2025 at 9:51 PM I know that pink oar had a message in there and maybe a reflection on that oarsman. Dreaming of the burgers hot with fries got him back in Rythms, funny what dreaming of food can do for your focus...

Gershon Wolf February 4, 2025 at 9:16 PM Sounds like college crew. That was a big sport out east, I remember.

Oliver Mckeithan February 3, 2025 at 3:44 PM Many years ago I did try out for the Univ of Tenn rowing team. I failed miserably. Your good poem brought back the memory.

Lin Lane February 3, 2025 at 9:35 AM My mind traveled down several paths on this one, John. I think I'll not mention a couple of them, but I'd take the coxswain's megaphone and throw him overboard. Then, set your own rhythmic cadence for the oarsmen who rowed.