A Pirate From The Past

torrential rain cascades on stone paving
crazy wild wetness spilling over gutters
creating lakes of puddled opportunity

downpour from grey mackintosh sky deluge of relentless winter water
brimful mind bursts its memory banks

i recall a blue plastic toy chest
a galleon of homemade happiness
containing a cutlass and black eye patch

a small boy afloat in soaked shorts
scraped knees, messing in the garden
sailing white crested waves of salty seas

Black Beard has grown tall with the years
has a son of his own who awaits play days
with the toy chest in the attic

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

There was nothing more fun then those days of youth when we would pretend to be different things whether it be pirate, policeman or a super hero.
I can imagine the nostalgia a m om also goes through remember watching their child play with their imagination.

[Chris Shaw]

Those make believe games were such fun. Apart from memories of my boy playing pirates, I can remember the joy I got as well messing around in the wet stuff. The only drama they seem to get now is on their phones. What a pity. Thank you Dale for your thoughts. Most appreciated. All the best.

Chris

[Earl Schumacker]

Hi Chris,
In all honesty, I perceive you as a writer with a natural gift, a sense of purity in producing a quality sound cadence and meter in your works or should I say poetic voice? Great stuff. Love the images. You remind me of me in many ways. I am envious of your creation here and creative abilities. The grey mackintosh sky just blew me over. It is loaded with so much meaning. I wish I had written this pirate poem of intrigue. Earl

[Chris Shaw]

Earl, what a lovely and encouraging review you have left me. So pleased you enjoyed this read. I thank you for your visit, pleased to see you on my page. All good wishes.

Chris

[Beccy]

The magical and imaginative world of a child brought beautifully to life in this lovely poem Christine. Many a time, I watched my son Charlie lose himself in that world. He's thirteen now, growing tall and strong. A teenager, fast becoming more focused on discovering the real world and all it holds in store for him. But the memories I have of his very early years, will last me a lifetime.

I absolutely adored this.

Beccy.

[Chris Shaw]

Hello Beccy, be sure to hang on to those memories of your Charlie. I'm sure you will write some great poems about them. Thank you so much for your very generous review. Thrilled you enjoyed the read.

Chris

[Robert Trakofler]

he he of all the things why did I always want to be a pirate LOL the truth of it now makes my skin crawl subservient canon fodder for another's plundering gains hmm I guess that is what I am oh nevermind back to the dreams of far off ocean scenes and adventures on high seas... yes that's much better:) keep that Cutlass shinned for his dreams dear Chris:)

[Chris Shaw]

Hello Bunny, and you too wanted to be a pirate. How that makes me smile. Thank you so much for your visit dear friend.

Chris

[Charlotte e.e. Griffith..]

Beautiful poem! Loved how you combined the intensity of rain, the dark and dreary, with "lakes of puddled opportunity". The contrast of the two ideas really reflected that innocence of childhood play; the making the most of every moment you can! The final stanza finished it wonderfully and showed how well-woven this poem was. Much to be taken from this piece; enjoyed every word of it!

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Charlotte, thank you for your very generous response to my Pirate nostalgia. So pleased you enjoyed the read. All good wishes.

Chris

[Dave]

Oh my gosh! The memories you conjure! The tents we made and hid in together, made of course from their blankets off their beds The gymnastics in the living room, what else was it to be used for? Walks on the beach and finding the most beautiful and unusual seashells. Years long gone, but memories that live forever. Thank you so much Chris.
Take care - Dave

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Dave. Pleased my nostalgic write made you reflect on your own experiences of make believe play. Your thoughts and visit most appreciated.

Chris

[Dave]

Chris - I've said it before, but you make it sooo easy to be complimentary.
Take care - Dave

[Sami Khalil]

A nostalgia for fun times where a son has grown from those days of pirates and their costumes to an adult with his own son. Very adorable and cute write. Children love playing roles and they are good at them. You pick touching subjects dear poet.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Sami for your welcome visit and review. Pleased you enjoyed the subject matter. All good wishes.

Chris

[Sami Khalil]

I did. You are welcome.

[Sami Khalil]

"Black Beard has grown tall with the years
has a son of his own who awaits play days
with the toy chest in the attic"

[Sami Khalil]

"a small boy afloat in soaked shorts
scraped knees, messing in the garden
sailing white crested waves of salty seas"

[light and ashes]

Very cute :) delightful poem
made my heart smile

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you for your kind review. Most appreciated as is your visit. All good wishes.

Chris

[light and ashes]

Thank you Chris :) to you as well

[Fran Marie]

cowboys.. Indians .and pirates
that wonderful world of make
believe for little fellows..no telling
what other treasures are held inside
their toy chest dreams..such a neat
write here with vivid description

well done Chris

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks Fran Marie. Love those make believe games kids used to play. Too busy now on their phones and tablets. What a pity. Can't help feeling they all miss out.

Chris

[Fran Marie]

I hear ya Chris..
it's sad. Indeed..