#1 - The Oar 

The Oar 

One is not enough, 
Unless you prefer circling. 

If you want to go,
To your lover’s arms, 
To a chance at death, 
You will need more of us. 

And if your boat sits low with idle travelers 
Who won’t row, 
Yet you power on, 
Our shafts will break. 
Too much to go the heavy load alone. 

You grip, dip and pull our silent blades. 
You cannot see where we take you. 
You only know what you're leaving.

7 comments

  • Bill Apgood
    Bill Apgood
    Thank you.

    Thank you.

  • Rita Hosking
    Rita Hosking
    Thank you, Bill!

    Thank you, Bill!

  • I love it!

    I love it!

  • Rita Hosking
    Rita Hosking
    Wonderful, thanks!

    Wonderful, thanks!

  •  Carol
    Carol
    i remember canoeing along the shore of Lake Superior with my husband when I was newly pregnant with our first child, Elliot. We were terrible at rowing together and I for one had no idea where the oars would take us.

    i remember canoeing along the shore of Lake Superior with my husband when I was newly pregnant with our first child, Elliot. We were terrible at rowing together and I for one had no idea where the oars would take us.

  • Rita Hosking
    Rita Hosking
    Ah Carol that is a great story, and pregnant with metaphor. My, you two are expert rowers now!

    Ah Carol that is a great story, and pregnant with metaphor. My, you two are expert rowers now!

  • Katja Edgar
    Katja Edgar
    "Too much to go the heavy load alone." *swoon* I'm late to the party, Rita, but loving Oar-binging on a rainy day in the woods outside PDX. Thank you for this gift.

    "Too much to go the heavy load alone." *swoon*

    I'm late to the party, Rita, but loving Oar-binging on a rainy day in the woods outside PDX. Thank you for this gift.

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