Captain

Captain

A Poem by Desert Knave
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A piece that I could never quite get past the one verse

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It seems so very long ago

    that the Captain went away.

I wonder if the water ripples

    in the place he's in today.

© 2020 Desert Knave


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The Captain....that can be taken in several ways. When the Captain is not steering the boat, it is time for the deck hands to take the wheel....because they are up to the task. Seems like you really are writing a lot for poetry month, Jim. Wonderful! Lydi**

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Desert Knave

1 Year Ago

Thanks, Lydi** ! This was meant to be a much longer piece about Jerry Garcia (aka Captain Trips) pun.. read more



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dearest Jim... the ripples in the Rivers never cease to be... even in other galaxies... the Captain takes the Wheel. truly, Pat

Posted 1 Year Ago


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Desert Knave

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much ! ~Jim
The Captain....that can be taken in several ways. When the Captain is not steering the boat, it is time for the deck hands to take the wheel....because they are up to the task. Seems like you really are writing a lot for poetry month, Jim. Wonderful! Lydi**

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Desert Knave

1 Year Ago

Thanks, Lydi** ! This was meant to be a much longer piece about Jerry Garcia (aka Captain Trips) pun.. read more
When the captain is lost, how do the rest of the crew find their way?
All do they all end up in that same place where the water ripples.
j.

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Desert Knave

1 Year Ago

Yes, they all end up there eventually. Thank you for your thoughts. ~Jim

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Desert Knave
Desert Knave

Phoenix, AZ



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I am in my mid-50's, a manic-depressive, seldom impressive, often recessive poet who loves the ocean, rain, the desert, and playing with rhyme. I am a native Arizonan, a Virgo, and a hair metal fan an.. more..

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