Mal de Mer.

poem in rhyming quatrains

Mal de mer.

 

The tide is full the wind is free.

There is no where I’d rather be

 than watching ships put out to sea

Though I am not of their company.

 

When I’m ashore I love the sea.

One voyage was enough for me.

My stomach churned rebelliously.

I was sea sick relentlessly.

 

I swore that I would go no more

I resolved to stay ashore.

Though I still envy as before

 the sailor men who can explore.

 

Strange places I will never see.

My queasiness preventing m

 from setting forth upon the sea

Firmly and effectively.

 

The tide is full the ships return

I watch as each one in their turn.

Discharge their crews to those who yearn

To see their men and what they earn.

 

I wonder if they envy me

 because I need not go to sea

I envy them because they’re free

 to see the things I’ll never see.

 

Sunday, 10 October 2010

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