Another White Whale poem

This business of sustaining a long narrative within the parameters I’ve set myself is a challenge. No doubt about it.

a staggered song (in three parts)

And fiddled whisper music on those strings

~

the sea

the sand

the streets

empty
teeming
oceans . . .

the music
of the deep
plays

a voice
in the breeze
sings
as well

there is an emptiness
in each
that is vocalized

a combination
of wind
and whale

susurration
in two parts

and it sings
in the mind
of a seafarer
marooned

parted from his
vessel

his ocean

the albatross
that hovered above . . .

astern

parted
from his reason

in the night –
a gut full
of gut rot –
he raises
his voice

a lament
for all
that ever
was

a lament
for all
that has ever
been

a lament
for himself
and
for the end
of all the things

three parts
three voices
raised

a whistle
and a hum
and a man
calling
to the night
for release

a low sung
song
of release

before he staggers
away

~

6 thoughts on “Another White Whale poem

    • Thank you, Claire. I’ve reached a point where uncertainty of purpose threatens.

      I suspect writers who are ‘pantsers’, as I am, get in to this sort of trouble, whereas ‘plotters’ work it out in advance.

      Ah well. Following my nose will lead somewhere or nowhere, I suppose. My task might be to find out which!

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