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The beast escapes his show is grand,
No longer a captive by the human hand.
On his own, not meant to entertain the world,
Strength enough for a savage twist and a powerful twirl
The clouds hold him, a shelter on high,
Clouds of moisture greet him in the sky.
Happy and free, a bellow from within,
And tops it off with an animalistic grin.
© Cynthia Clark
NASA and NOAA
launched a rocket
to explore weather
patterns on the planet.
The rocket sends clouds
of smoke up into the sky
while a whale flies out
of the warm waters near
Cape Canaveral stirred up
by the ocean’s aftershock.
Up and away today my fish jumped out of his dish to make a wish in the mist of this abyss
For he shook the hook of the cook
When a great whale dies, it no longer swims. It flys!
It jumps in and out of clouds, as if it glides.
The soul of the whale never dies. It soars!
And plays with lost dinosaurs, at times, when bored.
Which is rare, for great whales never die...
At first it seems ugly
and certainly overdone.
But take a closer look
And it really is fun.
A large sperm whale
bashing through a cloud.
Seems quiet from here
I bet it is really loud.
Swimming in heavenly waves
Beauty, reality and fantasy the same
Freedom the domain
Living your dream in the extreme
The ocean is 2018
copyright Nicholas Gilbert 2018
Like an air craft...the skies are mine! Moving to an from like a vulture in the high terain'
With humility an peace do i stride to where i want.with every dip an twist my ever long
Journey concludes itself,
In the middle of the ocean,
Far from any land,
There is a place where clouds meet sea,
The scene is rather grand,
But if the weather is too rough,
Even for your sail,
There’s the one off chance that you could see,
The magical clouded whale.