The cacophony of panting on exhalation
The coxswain’s cadence without hesitation
Waves splashing on the gunwale shell
Grace and beauty like a Canterbury Bell
My spoon is fully squared at the catch
Nicely anchored, in the rowlock latch
Incessant sculling angle and pitch
Waiting for the Half Pressure switch
Using all our skill teamwork and such
Leading the regatta but not by much
Our Bow Ball crosses the finish line
Winning the race and feeling divine
Amera
Author notes
If you don’t understand the sport of Sculling you won’t understand this poem. It is written in aabb rhyme.
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Great...
This composition shows what the Poet knows...
"Sculling" is great.
Every time I visit Your poetic garden I have a feeling that I see all nine Muses collecting fowers and enjoying the scent of Your majestic Quill.
May Mother-Poet, – the author of this unique Poem, “You”, – keep feeding the humanity of Your mind to nourish the eternity of Your Soul.
In respect and admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
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um...i don't undertand the sport of sculling...but i still lyk the poem!!!i mean...all of your poems are amazing but i didn't get to read them all since some are erotica...and the site won't let me since i am only twelve...but out of your poems especially the quatrains are really good...great job...BYE~!!~!!!!!!!!!
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