Sparks (or not)
Emitted from the fire, their tiny illumination endures for the briefest of moments…then, they are gone

Sargasso Summer

Every sports fan knows the feeling. It’s the off-season. What to do while you wait…and wait…and wait for opening day?

This original poem was written in 2007 as an encouragement and reminder that eventually you WILL see some action.


Like sailors on a cyber sea
Our gaze more fore than aft
Hearts affixed on distant port
And mem’ries in our draft

Wind and current – two good friends
Keep hands and minds a-flurry
Hoist the mainsail! Lash those lines!
In frenzied times we scurry

But August brings the sailor’s bane
An eerie stillness s’rounds ye
As in The Doldrums find we now
…the dread Sargasso Sea

“Dead in the water!”  Aye, lament
The wind and waves lie down
Boredom, strife, insanity
As mate on mate abounds

Seaweed, stench, no fish in sight
The water’s runnin’ low
We’re all a-wishin’ oars we had
At least then, we could row

~ ~ ~

Ahoy ye mates! A sign I spy!
Look up – atop the mast!
The flag’s a-flickerin’. Can it be…
September’s breath at last?

Our hearts do skip, we lick our lips
The deck begins to rumble
As Capt’n, sailor, monkey, rat
From out their racks do tumble

It won’t be long ’til we depart
This curs-ed wretched sea
Then…open water, billowed sail
I’ll drink a toast to thee

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One Response to “Sargasso Summer”

  1. Ship ahoy mate! You flow like the water in your words my dearest Red man!


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