The Captains Pit

Into this pit of captains I stare,

Down into the depths of my most shallow dreams,

Appear the ripples of my despair,

And all my worries gleam.


Falling back into the green of smoke and haze,

Into the heavens my mind does glaze.

And in the corner of my praying eye,

A steeple does slash that holy sky.


Below sits captain perched on his pitted rock,

No calls to answer, no ships to dock.

In the distance tolls the bobbing bells,

No more coconuts, nor foreign shells.


Above I lay falling and fell from my fallen grace,

A collection plate taken, from that holy place.

Pockets lined with burden and guilt,

Cast from mind, my memories silt.


This pit of captains sits upon one memory sill,

Next to that repentant cross, that place of good will.

And in the grass where once a boy did lie,

I remember that captain, from days gone by.



Copyright © 2018 Charlie Hasler.

5 thoughts on “The Captains Pit

  1. This was such a beautiful piece! ❤
    There was just that hint of nostalgia and wistfulness that laced each line along with this undercurrent of sorrow…
    I simply loved reading it.
    Looking forward to reading more from you, Charlie!

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  2. Seems not many write rhyming poetry anymore, i happen to, and i enjoyed the tone and mood youve created. I did stumble on the rhyme scheme as the syllable count varied so much. Was this intentional? I find struct meter and scansion serves the rhymer well.

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    1. Thanks for reading. Honest answer is I just go with it, if it works it works. I am guilty of chasing the rhyme sometimes


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