If you are one to whom the sea has called
in her insistent voice upon the shore,
you with the song of the sea in your very blood
and the memory of those wild beaches all before,
you may try to resist the longing in your soul,
the remembered taste of salt upon your tongue,
but she will set up such a clamor deep within,
you must surrender to all you have begun.
Her call as persistent as the waves upon the shore,
her beauty as a beacon to my soul,
I am returning home, to love her even more,
and live more years with mind and spirit whole.
The below poem is the free verse snippet I used to create the above version, posted for Gay's prompt at dVerse Poets Pub: Form For All : to take a free verse poem of one's own and re-write it in rhyme and meter.
When the sea calls,
you must answer,
if you are an ocean person,
with the song of the sea
in your blood
and the memory of salt-air
on your tongue.
You may try to resist,
for fear of uprooting
your comfortable existence,
but she will then set up
a clamor in your soul
until you heed her call.
She has called.
I am ready, now,
to answer.Well. Given my mind-numbing fatigue these days, this is the best I can do. A cool exercise, though. Do check out the responses to the prompt over at dVerse, some great poems are being written over there.