Best Skiff Poems

SKIFF
blue hull
abandoned

in its twilight days
sailing the sea, no more
sadly, left upon the shore

"the fishing boat of an old salt"



June 6, 2022
Pyramids Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
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When the wind is just right and sky

is clear of dark clouds I take sail.
Skiff takes me to where the fish lie

This early morning I can’t fail...

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Herons fragment the mist,
appear and disappear while remaining motionless.
The skiff rocks as a coal barge trundles past.
A dewy sky shivers.

Nowadays he just sits in a boat looking at Ohio.
This morning the sun reached the top of a willow
and got stuck.
He rowed toward the bank thinking...

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oars barely skim the surface
skiff glides smoothly
as if floating on the dense fog
cormorants perch on pilings
silence broken by hungry gulls
rising sun glistens water
salt air invigorates my being
memories engulf me...

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The hull lolls,
anchored to a fouling current.
Juggernauts of heat sleep under a leaden sky,
bugs lurch and slow skirt.
I nod over my spine, afloat on a humming haze.
An osprey jumps out of a high ambit,
swooping fast.
I imagine a wind in the wake of its wings.
The bird...

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