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,   

 https://dversepoets.com/2023/08/22/poetics-bottled-poetry/ 

 - 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. 

 - You can read Magaly's discourse of the prompt and links to others posting by clicking here 

 - 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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