all i gotta say is pirates are FREAKING COOL
so without having read a lot of your stuff i am going to applaud you loudly just for the info on your page.
thieves and cutthroats- hurrah!
i wrote a pirate poem when i was 16 and i carry it with me still~
keep on keepin' on
Fiction, fancy, folk-lore, fairy-tales, fantasies...and a complete play of Imagination is what your poems are all about; yet i believe that life is full of many uncertainties that it likens to a myth; while existing in the modern age, there is an anachronistic feel about your world you offer in poems, in the upcoming years, when people will read it, they won't place it in 21st century poetry, rather an ageless and timeless work beyond the fever and fret of this mundane life...such a work which does not carry a label of one age is beyond the bounds of time and tide of life...it's for all ages, all times and all minds...as what is imagination if bound in the time-limit?
This is a true accounting of how 'I' came to write the poem 'Somersault, ' and of Captain Cur's hand in it. The poem is a footnote to his 'Imagination Proclamation.'
I couldn't sleep one night, so I went for a walk. I live near the ocean, so I walked upon the shore. A half-moon held up the star-soaked sky. I gazed into infinity.
'Do you have the time? ' A voice, startled, I turned. I thought I was alone.
A woman sat upon a log, half hidden by the forest, half lit by the moon. 'I never wear a watch, ' I answered, 'Who are you? '
'Do you live here? ' she asked. 'Do you? ' I asked. She swept a finger at the sea.
I turned to it. A fog bank, fast moving, approached. 'Who are you? ' I asked her again.
A lightning flash! The lady stood up. I noticed she was wrapped in a body shawl covered with bird feathers.
'BOOM! ! ! '
A cannon blast shattered the silence, the night and my ears.
She, now dancing sprightly, hands upraised in delight, fairly flew toward the deeps. As she passed me, our eyes locked. Hers fathomless glowed dark with mystery; mine terrified and, I swear - for an instant, I saw her eyes flash lightning, too.
'Stop! Come back! ' I shouted. I wanted to keep her. But something held me frozen. I couldn't move, or breathe.
She was soon beneath the waves. The fog, now suddenly luminous, within, I saw the outline of an ancient sailing ship.
On deck stood the figure of a tall man, hands on hips, legs outstretched. An authority in this otherworld, he leaned down and held out his hand. From the waters a hand reached up to it. The man, effortlessly, lifted up and locked the hand of the mysterious dark lady whom I had met.
They embraced, lovers unto death - and beyond.
The fog darkened, dispersed. The night sky was clear again, sea waveless. The ship had vanished.
My mind reeling, in a panic I stumbled back home. I bolted all the doors. Lights out, I hid myself in a corner, still trembling. Then, it happened.
An unfamiliar candle upon my desk ignited.
Gathering my wits, I crawled to my desk. Upon it, a scroll of yellowed, brittle parchment with these words, written in blood.
'we are no old-fashioned heroes
who fight a blind dragon or two
then retire into the forest
to warn off others in stories
just of how dragons are slain.
we have only litanies of loss
to demons who never die, who
can never be killed, (only out-
witted, pacified, subdued) :
each of us a library of disease.
and who recognizes us, the crazy
ones who live life as if it's some
sort of perfect dive-
off the high board into free fall,
quick somersault, waveless
arching exit through surface?
And this is a true accounting of how I first met Captain Cur.
In this fine selection of poetry, you'll find bracing adventure, wicked humour, genuine horror,
romance, sci-fi escapades, acute observations and probing explorations of human nature.
Best read Captain Cur for youself and be amazed.
He maybe a pirate, maybe far from people in the middle of the seven seas...but i always has trust in him, he really funny with only his single eyed open, parrot even not dare to speak loud to respect his wise, through the sea adventure i am sure this is a long horizon that he gained lot of experiences in writing sharing his days and night. Talents in his shiny crescent metal hook never fade his talent, because he is not an ordinary pirate, He raised his life with confidence, with sharp eyes and the most gentle pirate among others pirate over the seven seas. I will never have a doubt to sail with him and Lady Muse as i know he will lead me to a nice journey....at least in his poetry that he send me in bottles, i picked up everyday to read and see what he see..keep writing poem, your loyal crew_Unwritten Soul