Short Sinkers Poems

boats
paddle
circles twine
loons serenade 
row

fish
sinkers
plunk circles
bobs dance fishes
hooked ...

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Star to let
to a cat lover
and friend of

less perfect dahlias,
to putter-outers of
unwashed milk bottles;

to curtain shifters
and spectacle sinkers,
to all those gods

in Victoria`s long terraces
all waiting for
the flat upstairs....

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there's only one way
straight down is all you control
so use a bobber

line through a swivel
with sinkers and lucks good bait
play out line and wait

tick tick heavy weight
a slow to reel in quick see
that breaks line and leaves


stan sand...

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Grab your rhodes, your lines, your reels.
Grab your hooks, your swivels, your sinkers.
Grab your power bait, your worms, your stinkers.
Grab your tackle box, your cooler, your beer.
Pick a spot, cast your line, enjoy your friends, and have a good time....

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A fast in hurry. you
pretend that you
were dead.

The legend survives,
putting the land’s blood
in the grass roots.

The tremors had started
in the blue flame. A lunatic
calls for the moon to explain.

The tides were not coming ?
Watching hopelessly;
the decline of sinkers.

A watershed of humility.
The river has left the
body of water.


Satish Verma...

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Balanced on a Red Rider wagon,
a wooden boat with flaking paint; 
split transom
poorly repaired.  Ten year olds
with borrowed tools, untrained
in fixing leaks, or boats,
or knowing what a transom was.
     Christened the "Neversink,"
but often did, with bamboo fishing poles askew,
the used nine sixteenth nut sinkers
spilling into warm water;
     sunfish laughing.
A doomed soup can ship, 
crewed by worms,
going down.
Young toes to search the liquid silt
     for clams....

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The fishing of Scotland's coast
To be honest I have to boast
Please come take a look 
And dangle your hook
And join me in traditional toast

My favourite place is called Dunnet Head
With many species it has to be said
One just dangles their line
Hey presto! see what you find
It's a bite, not the weight of your lead

But sadly there has been some stinkers
When the fish must have been thinkers
For many times we did try
In us they espied
Wasting our time dropping our sinkers...

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