Snippets from a pirate's log

  

Essentials...

Tide, wind, stars and a ship to sail

Shores his heart, his words, his soul

Then parts...

Sweet rum...

Is how to drink and wish to taste

A pirate doses a drink to savor

Words to savor with reason’s past

Taste dreams for delusion certain

Word to savor with heart to last

Taste dreams and bearings certain

Bad weather...

Gale, a storm so strong a squall 

Gusts like furry took its toll

A broken course stood no bearing

In pain to long a shadow sailed

The sea dissolves all

Oh! saline sorrow

Turning rocks....

As winds subside the rain stayed on 

A busking pirate-troubadour stayed calm

Fresh pouring rain splashed sweet verses,

Words like chords blend rhythmic tones

Humming songs of yore to soothe the air
   ...

Beware of words that fall on waves 
That when close to shore do brake

Turning rocks that efforts planted

Unchangeable...

A pirate course is unknown for certain

Though words like wine the pirate drinks

Thirst and pain that swallow hard

A slumbering self is forced to pause

Inebriated and soaked in words he sleeps

Despite sweet words that rained so hard,

The morning sea remains as always; brine