Blue Whale

There is a note in my bedside drawer

With a handful of place names on

Not all of them iconic


I started writing it years ago

Why I did so remains a mystery

And I'm fine with that 


Probably, so that I could acknowledge the importance

Of those places that had caused a time shift 

In my otherwise Grey day


There's Bavaria in the Winter

There's Gellionen Chapel

There's Bulgaria 


So many, So many

Each one makes me smile


Of late I've taken to looking at images

Of places I doubt I'll ever go

Then the Blue Whale is on my screen


I am troubled by the Blue Whale- 

Its solemn dignity

Is more than I can understand 


I cannot begin to grasp the loneliness

The harshness of the environment

And I contemplate if it has thoughts 


Then I compare myself to this creature as old as time

The places on my list come to mind

The places I have been utterly alone for hours, days sometimes


And, you see, the Whale and I have common ground 


I tell myself - if we ever met...

If the Blue Whale looked into my eyes and searched for something primal, that

Words would not be an obstacle worth considering


Poetry by LFD3
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Written on 2018-03-02 at 21:08

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I really enjoyed this poem, but I think that blue whales may lead happier and less solitary lives than you imagine.