OTI:one pic, two poems, notes:12/3/17

Open To Interpretation

Lost

 

"Our White Whale is lost!"

Said Dana.

"Just so."

Said Petra.

"What to do?"

Asked Cerulean.

"Our Black Ship-let's

Black Deck can

Show the ways.

Our hands together here."

Explained Petra.

And while with one hand

She gripped the

Whale tether reins,

With her other together

With Dana's and Cerulean's

She pressed the small Ship's surface

And the Deck flashed geometries,

And then the many ways

To ascend the Pinnacle.

Petra studied.

"The way through the

Furnace Canyon is lost to us,

Our Whale too fearful now."

She said.

The three of them

Despaired awhile

Gazing into the tangled images

Of the undersea mountain's

Labyrinth.

"Time abates."

Said Dana.

"Yes," said Petra.

"Now our only race

Is to find the surface of the sea

And live.

And the Deck's map

Has no certain way

Only some more likely

To welcome our guess."

The racing pod shook,

Bumped by a passing black

Swimming form glimpsed

In the glow from the Deck.

The three held to

One another tight.

Bump! bump!

The pod pushed,

Swung this side to that

At the tether's end

By some daring darting creatures

In the darkness.

"Black Whales."

Said Petra.

"They have us now,

And our White Whale."

"What of us?"

Asked Cerulean.

"We're snacks!"

Smiled Dana.

"Unless we sing a tune."

Laughed Petra.

Pinocchio's Tune

And when you thought

To devour me whole

With your Leviathan appetite,

What fate had I

But to acquiesce?

So stomached,

Awaiting your digestion,

We sat by my campfire,

Its smoke evoking

An unexpected sneeze.

 

DolphinWords

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