My Whale

My Whale

Creativity is lost when the day is too long

Like the dorsal fin of a whale that didn't do anything wrong.

But got caught in a net anyway.

Dragged to the bottom of shell fish and sand,

I remember seeing it from land.

We used to write meaningful lines

We had problems, unfulfilled desires and lots of time.

To be cryptic and hidden inside ourselves.

We knew no one understood,

It wasn't the same if they could.

Now the waves are breaking fast,

Setting our whale free at last.

Prickled goosebumps race down my arms.

From the wet ocean spray,

It's salty on my tongue, but I think I'll stay.

Inspiration breeds on ocean coasts,

Where I feel at peace the most.

Thunderous applause fills my ears

It tickles, like taking pride in a task,

You should have done in the past.

My whale, my whale, it died yesterday.

A damaged good with a price to pay.

When something's gone yu have to let it go.

I kissed it goodbye from my seat on the rock.

I sighed, it billowed and then it stopped.

A few poems I wrote lately

Green tea kisses are always my favorite.
You tickled my bones. Isn't that what you called it?
When you took my hand, making me follow you across the stones
Water spilling from atop the fountain getting my PF Flyers wet.
Armani Code clouds my lungs, burrowing into your shoulder.
How could I care that you wrecked my skateboard now?
The sticky yellow sky that never goes dark -- no one can explain to me why.
We can hear the acoustic guitar from over the fence.
Starbucks coffee sitting alone on the bleachers.
Swinging on the slides, making promises:
Pink Floyd, the northern lights and more summers to share in.

A glow-in-the-dark rubber basketball.
On an astro turf baseball field we lied.
"The Lord will tarry until I can convince you to come with me" I whispered in your ear.
You wanted to stay and fight, I can see it in your seafoam eyes.
Why is the sky still lit up? Plane lights never stop blinking overhead.
Spying on our open hearts.

We'd come back when the fountain was frozen.
Throwing chunks of ice that shattered into a million pieces.
The carbon dioxide freezes before it jumps off our tongues.
The grass crunches underneath our strides.
Ebony solitude floats above our heads. It's silent.
We will come back with the forgotten sun.

It stopped raining the day you came home.
Dressed in blues wearing ribbons on your chest.
I walked in barefeet; you held my hand.
Dipped my toes in the now running waters.
I whirled around and this time you caught me as I fell.
No more Armani Code. No skateboards or swing sets.
The same acoustic guitar sings its song.
A secret in your pocket, a secret you couldn't keep.
Green tea kisses are always my favorite.
They remind me of the night we met,
And the night you asked to marry me.

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When it rains it never rains
The drops burst through the clouds
Like shattered glass of a broken windshield
When the car drops from the cliff.
Whe thick voice of God laments
At the appetite of the first woman.
His tears prick the solid sky like a needle
Drawing blood from my Grandmother's calloused finger,
Revealing the host of her sin.
When it rains it more than rains.