A poem, in rondeau style about who is in control of their life. |
I am Captain I am captain, of my own ship, alone at sea, I brave life’s trip. The whirlpool of disaster tries to pull me down with subtle lies, Instead into rough waves I’ll skip. As winds blow hard I see sails rip My courage faces each hardship. And fouling friends no help applies, I am captain. Soon from the cup of joy I’ll sip to toast safe harbor’s membership. But my restless heart, with it’s sighs starts the dream inside my old eyes. Back out to sea and life I’ll slip, I am captain. Notes this time are a must. 1. Verse one line three I debated using depression instead of disaster. 2. Fouling is a term that applies with barnacles as the process of when they try to attach themselves to a boat. Fouling can mean something offensive to senses (adj.), to disgrace or defile (v.) or encumber a ship’s bottom (v.). Also the use of barnacles was a sea animal or a clinging or dependent person. This poem started with the refrain line “I the captain,” which I feels applies to a person who must take charge of their life. I wish that I had written this poem years ago. The rondeau has 15 lines with a rhyme scheme of a--a-b-b-a, a-a-b-R, a-a-b-b-a-R. |