Having never made it past the 10th grade I know nothing of the "rules" of poetry.... I doubt that I've produced anything of value..... a bit of self-indulgent whining at best.
I know the emotions that I feel & would like to convey; but in trying to make things rhyme and establish patterns, it just comes out as corny.
That being said; here's a bit of drivel to entertain (or horrify) you.
My father’s life upon the sea
A rough and tumble occupation
Passed to him from the prior generation
Has now been handed down to me.
A father’s pride in his son
The pat on the back, the approving smile
The “job well done”, the “lets chat a while”
This is something I’ve never won.
A father’s love I’m forever denied
This dashes my soul
Like a boat on a shoal
As no wind in my sails and an opposing tide.
But a real love has found me
In the form of a man
With him beside me I know that can
Face each new day upon life’s cold sea.
From this point forward; I promise to leave the poetry to those that have talent.


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