Blubbery blue moon

I’m a whaler,

grenade on harpoon,

searching the foamy waves of clouds

for a clear shot at June.

One foot in,

explosion.

Bleed it out

from a water spot.

Four months to repent

these floral organs spent,

the death of summer and

life most sentient.

©2023 | K.F. Hartless


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6 responses to “Blue Whale Moon”

  1. lovely

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    1. Thank you, Beth.

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  2. I love how you can always pull inspiration from so many unique topics. Awesome poem!

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    1. Thank you, Sam. I was able to see this. Lie whale last night and then I remembered a new song I’d heard. I love it when things come together.

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  3. weird but cool, not quite odd, but different. I can’t pinpoint exactly the right turn of phrase but I enjoyed it.

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    1. I’m glad you like this one. If you think of that word, please share it. 💜

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