After Rains -- a Poem for Friday Writings and dVerse Poetics
Rainy Day Fun
It had rained that day,
or was it from the melting snow
Puddles and small streams
I'm with my bottle and my stick
Salad dressing's gone
Done its duty and discarded
Retrieved, fuel tanks full
Passengers and crew coming here
I'm the ship's captain
Counting is done all are onboard
The ropes are untied
We are now leaving the harbor
Guiding with my stick
and coming around your corner
Wave to me please
The lad in navy suit age eight
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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved
- I'm linked with Grace at dVerse Poetics,
- Grace has asked us, "use the word "bottle" and its contents in your poem. What is brewing inside the bottle?"
- You can read other's poems for Grace's dVerse prompt by clicking here
- I am also linked with Magaly at Friday Writings #91 who has invited us to find inspiration in the phrase “muscle memory” for her prompting. Writing for it is optional, due to lack of time I opted to bring this poem to Friday Writings. I wasn't up on "muscle memory" so I looked it up and learned.
- As a lad growing up on my Dad's farm playing bottle boat and my tree branch stick this was one of my favorite play times when the little streams were flowing.
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Labels: Boat Poems, boats, Children, dVerse prompt, Jim's Life, Poem
18 Comments:
A beautiful scene (from a memory, perhaps?) you set up here... excellently crafted poem. I will wave to you, for sure...
I love the sentiments and memories you share here, Jim. Life was so much simpler in our day than it is now for our grandchildren. Well done.
Such pride in having your own ship.
It seems a very fond memory of when you were the child captain of your bottle boat.
Such a lovely memory from childhood 🙌
Oh Jim, I love this! You have me remembering all of the wonderful "play times" I had with my sisters growing up. Gathering leaves, sticks, stones for 'playing store.' Raiding my grandmother's attic looking for old clothes, 'playing house.' Those were such innocent times, I would have happily 'played boat' with you.
This is truly lovely!
I enjoyed your poem Especially the second stanza
Hello! An eight year old's memory bank has strong muscles, indeed...
What great fun times with your bottle and stick and that best of all childhood toys, imagination!
PS Dunno why I have become Anonymous. This is Rosemary.
That's wonderful Dr Jim - a revisit after so many years. Bottles and sticks can certainly be helpful when available!
Hank
I'm waving and cheering you and your boat on your journey. Memory lane is a lovely place.
I like the final image. It left me smiling. :-)
Such an intriguing poem! Waving and cheering you on as you ride the waves!
That must have been a beautiful memory...... childhood with so much of a make belief.
Cheers to you Jim! On your voyage to childhood.
This is a wonderful memory, Jim!
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