Shadow Captain (Blogophlia 19.6)


Port too long
No tall ship wanting 
To sail away 
To Parts unknown

I am but a loser who
Gets lucky
From the sympathy 
of the passerby

My call to sea
Was shortened
By a the fear
Of the riptide

Of the undertow
From fears and dreams
I am but a Shadow Captain
A fly on the wall

Dolphins breach
Thirty feet offshore
Calling me to play
I scoff at their gall

This son 
Of a son of a sailor
Only crabs on shore now
No vessel to loan


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Picture (c) Don Teuton, Savannah GA 2012, 2013

Comments

  1. AnonymousJune 30, 2013 at 11:41 AM

    ooh! i love this! beautifully done <3

    Lisa

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  2. Kim HJune 30, 2013 at 1:29 PM

    Beautifully done !!

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  3. AnonymousJune 30, 2013 at 2:57 PM


    Sad to see fear win out, maybe he should move to the mountains and try again

    TM

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  4. AnonymousJune 30, 2013 at 3:54 PM

    Listen to dolphins. Can't go wrong, what a sad piece. Wonderfully done! :) -David II

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    1. Another Government EmployeeJune 30, 2013 at 8:00 PM

      I agree. There is always a thrill when they break by your boat. Like they want to play with you.

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  5. AnonymousJune 30, 2013 at 5:41 PM

    Wow, Christopher... Where did this classic ode come from?
    well, I know it came from you, of course...
    Pretty fantastical piece, Good Man!

    signed: Myke

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    1. Another Government EmployeeJune 30, 2013 at 8:01 PM

      One of my favorite songs is CSN's Shadow Captain. Here, he has finally come to land, never to return to the sea that made him insane.

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  6. sueJune 30, 2013 at 6:10 PM

    can hear the foghorn in the air

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  7. AnonymousJuly 1, 2013 at 2:00 AM

    Excellent penning in this!
    8 points Earthling! :)
    Marvin

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  8. AnonymousJuly 2, 2013 at 1:52 AM

    This son of a son of a Sailor...I like that line. Nice Ode to a life at Sea. Well done. :)

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  9. AnonymousJuly 2, 2013 at 6:37 AM

    Very poignant Christopher ... almost haunting.

    Sharonlee

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  10. AnonymousJuly 2, 2013 at 8:22 AM

    I felt the wanting to reach out and explore but afraid of what might happen if moving on. Beautifully written!

    Michelle K

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  11. UnknownJuly 2, 2013 at 11:14 PM

    I love where this week's theme took your eloquent muse.

    Barb K

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  12. Lynn Seraphina DeVriezeJuly 4, 2013 at 2:15 AM

    I really enjoyed reading this, very eloquently written!

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  13. Colleen Keller BreuningJuly 5, 2013 at 8:48 PM

    Wow.... haunting and yet so eloquent. Loving this write, you do poetry so sublimely! ;)

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  14. AnonymousJuly 7, 2013 at 2:32 AM

    Love the line..."This son of a son of a sailor..." says it all. Too far removed to have "sea legs"...crabbing on the shore suits just fine! Wonderful write! DEMME

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  15. AnonymousJuly 7, 2013 at 12:23 PM

    Nice poetry! :)

    ~~DJ

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