At Midday

by Timothy   Jun 3, 2012


At midday, I chat to the blue whale watching
and scratch it as we both sing hymns of faith.
We seek pride, sketching in the spur of a chat.
And sometimes, we might even exchange a name,
or even blue secrets - bluer than a Father's passing.
A Father who once taught a young Spectre
how to dance, in some blue sleeveless frock
that she never said she'd found repugnant.
Never repugnant, unlike the local mischievous Knave who snickers at a mirror. Snickering whilst his heart
remains stifled in a clotted cavity of anatomy.
A heart once full of health - according to a nameless Surgeon who's degree in medicine smothered his own heart in the utmost ego. An ego that was worthy of the utmost facetious remark. A remark that once bit away at the simple sanity of a blue whale. A whale who now seeks pride, whilst singing hymns of faith at midday.

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  • 12 years ago

    by Blissful

    Wow, you are such a lovely storyteller! I loved how you tied the title into the beginning and ending of the poem because you brought everything full circle with your words. It was short but I feel as if it told a greater story compared to its length. It felt like this piece is a continuation or related to other short poems that can all be tied in together to tell an epic story. It was wonderful! It isn't easy to tell a story through a poem without making it sounds too narrative and less poetic but you did a great job of overcoming that! Nicely done!

  • 12 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    My mind was tossed into another dimension by this wonderful metaphoric delight! The author left me in awe of his imaginative design of word display.

    "Never repugnant, unlike the local mischievous Knave who snickers at a mirror. Snickering whilst his heart
    remains stifled in a clotted cavity of anatomy. " <- so darn creative, these few lines were just wow!!

    Loved the different feelings and messages that I received throughout. I was left feeling sad, and yet uplifted at times all throughout this poem. Well done Timothy

  • 12 years ago

    by yogi73

    Very cool. great write

  • 12 years ago

    by Jordan

    This is cool. Do I sense stream-of-consciousness writing?

  • 12 years ago

    by Decayed

    I have missed your writes, bro.
    This was like no other!

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