Joanie Sobsey


oars in my hands like an extension of my arms
i push water past the rowboat
propelling us on the shining waters of lake sheldrake

it is late summer, warm but with the slightest hint of fall in the air, sky, you know the kind of day

Birdie, Jay, Sam and I row us all with great strength across lake sheldrake
enjoying the use of my arm muscles
if i could row us all to safety
i would row Birdie free of cancer
i would row some joy into Jay
and row Sam's hair back into his head
but alas the shore recedes like Sam's hairline

Poem Submitted: Monday, April 3, 2006
Poem Edited: Friday, March 19, 2010

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Comments about Oars by Joanie Sobsey

  • Abraham Malz (3/19/2010 11:06:00 AM)

    A Joanie Poem is beautiful to read
    Her words and thoughts are like the seeds
    They scatter near they scatter far
    They grow in places high and low
    They germinate where the winds do blow
    Shes a big hearted woman with a beautiful soul.

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  • Sonny Rainshine (4/3/2006 2:34:00 PM)

    Beautiful, whimsical analogy. Sometimes we do wish we could be a little less helpless to help the people we care about. You cover a lot of territory here in your little rowboat, from sickness to joy to hair loss. Good work.

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