Just a little concrete poem I wrote a while back.
Hope you enjoy it!
The Call of the Whale
My name is Dylan, “Lover of the Sea.”
Or so my mother hoped I’d always be.
The palm fronds swayed the day that I was born.
And sea gulls screeched their welcome from the shore.
A family of simple needs raised me. Our livelihood was eked out
from the sea. From babe to boy, my playground was the beach;
Observant ocean never failed to teach. But I, unwilling student,
would not hear and dreamed instead of arid west frontier.
Two years of misery in desert quest; I searched for verve
but found I was depressed. ‘Neath empty skies and
cacti's harsh embrace, the ocean ebbed and
pulled me from that place. Thalassic
prodigy returned at last, at
ocean’s edge I stood and
viewed my past: I was
the whale compelled
to breathe fresh air,
an orcan idealist
lunged, unaware.
In reckless flight I'd faced a basic fact. A whale lives under
contract most exact. I’m from the sea and it’s a part of me;
My salty tears were proof and guarantee.
Have a wonderful day!
