Friday, October 05, 2018

A Poem, another Artistic Interpretation

Dawn shyly made her visit; 
   bad scene in her realm 

When dawn shyly made her visit
My senses slowly sharpening
Sloppy Sunday morning greetings
Stinking smells, silent in the dim
Summer sun should be bright but not
Simmering fog boiling at top
Wet mist seeping drops from below.

Miserable.  Clearly I was lost
I'd swam all night trying to hide
What comes now?  Safe from the poachers
Though morning brings another fear
Strangers lurking here mean no harm
Strange to them never seen a whale
Last night was going south not north

Safe harbor?  San Diego looms
The Zoo or the Bay, not my choice
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved 
 - I'm linked with Margaret in the Imaginary Garden at 
 - Other posted poems concerning "Artistic",

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At Friday, October 05, 2018 6:02:00 AM, Blogger Old Egg said...

Any sign of human habitation would not be my choice if I were a whale. Humans don't have a very good reputation with whales seeing us usually makes them blow their tops!

At Saturday, October 06, 2018 8:59:00 AM, Blogger brudberg said...

The sea is for the whales... may there always be a free passage for them (and plenty of krill)

At Saturday, October 06, 2018 5:58:00 PM, Blogger Margaret said...

“...dawn shyly made her visit”. Beautiful


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