The Bond

I remember nights of roaring surf,
The long rods nodding with the pull,
Watching in the hiss and glare of pressure lamps,
Waiting with my father, for the fish to run.

by Patrick Ladbrooke Click to read full poem

Comments (17)

Patrick, Your poem about the bond between your father and you was understood and deliberate. There IS a bond between a boy and his dad that might not ever be explained outside of poetry. It is different than all other relationships. It is the agent that defines who and what we become and do. I lost my dad, also, and wrote a poem, Stalemate if you choose to read it. It summarily says that we who have been taught must now become the teacher. Your writing is very poignant and well structured. I commend your poet's heart on writing about such a personal and painful matter.
Absolutely beautiful. Reminds me of fishing with my father.
This is nostalgic. We don't appreciate what we are going through when young. A deep reflection of the past gives us a great memory. The poet has done this perfectly well. Kudos
Lovely poem...Our memories of time spent with our parents are always too poignant to be forgotten...
Brilliant poem, very nostalgic, great memories that will never erase the special bond shared, thanks for sharing.
Woops......the atmosphere, we meant.
Liked it very much.Found it very evocative.
Terrific Write! you really captured the scene with poignancy and endearment, every line was crisp and magnetic and it would really make your father proud, I thank him for providing you the experience to write this
A beautiful poem of nostalgia with beautifully drawn images visualizing the scenes presented in the poem.The longing to belong to the past by the poet is strongly felt in the last stanza.
Some of the best verse I've read recently. Thank you for the emotional experience.
What a wonderful experience, beautifully written.
Your words spin vivid scenes in the reader’s mind. The tug at the rods, drenched clothes, the chill and the moonlit fish making a run for it. Amazing imagery. delightfully spun lines and skilfully crafted story-telling.
This is superb! I can really feel the words
It beautifully breaks my heart... I have to say that this is good work you Patrick!
Stunning poem.. Hats off to you poet! !
A poem of the sea and its magnetism, coupled with your love affair with it when your father was the maker of your dreams.10.
This is stunning Patrick - the reader can smell the salt air and see the silvery flash of scales and wild fishes eyes. And the final stanza breaks the reader's heart. The power of bond and the neverending pain of loss are shared with grace and without sentimentality. Beautifully crafted poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥