OTI:five poems and notes:6/12/16

Open To Interpretation

Inch

Imaginations' fictions
Are only an inch away
From reality's plays.

Jealous

How can I be jealous?
They are all ghosts like me,
Shades of what we can be,
My entreat.

Blood Slick

In the fog shrouded morning,
The lookout spots a blood slick
On the Black Sea.
The Black Ship maneuvers close,
Torn carcasses and moaning wounded--Dragons' work.
"Tend to the wounded,
Tend to the dead with our prayers,
We sail on."
"Aye, Captain!" the crew as one responds.

Destiny

The card you receive
From Queequeg's Black Deck
Is yours for keeps,
As soon enough
Queequeg will have you neat.

Ned, Ned Land

Hmmph,
Overboard again from the fantail,
Treading in the black water reddened...
Oh, a survivor nearby!
'What be your name?'
'Ned, Ned Land.'
'Odd name for a fellow afloat...call me Ishmael...might you be able to toss a harpoon?'
'You might say that, I'm infamous among the Squids.'
'This watery treadmill exercise won't be long,
The Black Ship will turnabout soon, pick us up,
They can't get far without me,
And can use you.
Welcome.'

DolphinWords

Notes: gosh, there are so many Dragon stories...Dragon Riders of Pern a favorite...Death Wing's birth lair in Deepholm in World of Warcraft an awesome place...what fun to hang on to Death Wing's back!...I have my own Netherwing Drake after a long grind...others as well...all ephemeral as chasing through smoke rings!...Dragons?...there's good and bad for 'al' a that'...I've gathered some from Melville's pursuit...and Verne's...

:(

DavidDavid