Hovering high over oceans floors,
Cooing the resonance of fond contentment,
Ne’er a complaint or tone of resentment,
Knowing no boundaries or doors.
Fair neighbor to all of your seafaring mates
Who abide with good comfort in spite of your size.
No enemies threaten except Ahab’s kin
From otherworld trappings again and again,
Seeking to make you their trophy and prize.
Lord of the oceans, Titan giganticus,
Hope lives for all as long as you reign.
Give us your peace so we may know our fate.
Teach us to live without sorrow or pain.
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2 comments:
I like your whale poem. Excellent imagery. I recently watched the film Bright Star about Keats. I knew he died young but still took his death hard. A real tearjerker.
Poor Keats died thinking he was an utter failure.
Very beautiful!! Thank you for such lovely works that will never leave us. Jess
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