The White Whale

The intensity of wants can be directly proportional to the unlikelihood of fulfilment.

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Published in Strays. Available in print and digital on amazon.

Strays is a collection of two extended narratives and more than forty love-themed poems, exploring the meaning of romantic love while we have it and attempting to find the healing after its loss. Found within these pages is the short story Gutter Dog, the novelette Ginni, and the poems False Skin, the Boy Who Wore Clothes, and the Black-Wit Reveller.

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Your poem is just more proof that animals are skate than people and can teach us a lot about life.

On a side note I would love to whale watch sometime.

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you, Rock and Roll.

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

You are welcome :)

[Einstein Noodle]

i love the whales ... i love their song and their teamwork .. i love that they eat tiny plankton and tiny ghost shrimp, krill and nothing compared to their magnificence ... they can dive deeper than submersibles .. join together and create ocean vortexes to capture the real big gulp ... as the team circles they take turns up the middle to eat ... and humans can pet them .. swim in the same pool with them ... i love the whale and i love your poem of the white one..
E.

[Pryde Foltz]

Awesome. Thank you, E.

[wordman]

read it and listened loved both versions the ultimate catch only few achieve but many dream

[Pryde Foltz]

Gotta keep fishing though, right. Thanks Ron.

[wordman]

got to have that fix just one more just one bigger but I guess it puts bread on the table
you are welcome

[Aethereal]

These white ghosts that haunt us all. The white whale, the white buffalo, the white fox, the white skunk, and the white stallion have always been central characters in various legends. The only white animal who lives near me is the white skunk who is a protected animal who no one is allowed to domesticate or trap. At times, I see these skunks romping about under the moonlight, but I don’t get too close . Captain Ahab had a fatal obsession. Your poem has me imagining the white whale in all her glory, a giant ghostly pollywog a splash in the deep blue sea. A tadpole transforms to a frog, but a whale doesn’t seem to want to take that next evolutionary step that would make her a land animal.

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you, Aethereal.

[Sami Khalil]

A great analogy between the maritime white whale and our smallness in its grandness. We can have intense desires for some things but their fulfillment is like hunting a giant whale in the briny deep. Some can hunt and some just gaze wishing they can have the grand prize. Excellent...:).............

[Pryde Foltz]

You said it … thank you, Sami.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome muchly...:)...................