The Lonely Whale – a poem published in The Broadsheet 3 this month – alongside many other wonderful poets


This poem is about a whale in the Pacific which has been swimming around for over 20 years calling…but his call is like no other whale species, so other whales do not hear it or respond.

The Lonely Whale

He calls for love in long, low moans,

he will sing like this for hours.

Perhaps some female will hear his song.

His pitch is higher than other whale species,

like the lowest note on a tuba.

He sounds his message in deep space,

a lost spacecraft, spirals

a chthonic mayday, over and over,

his entire life in solitude.

                                                                                                               poem and photo Rose Cook

for National Poetry Day Thursday October 8th 2015 – the theme is Light

Daily Light                  by gray wolf

Morning Light I welcome thine into mine day bring forth thous light warming thous heart that glazes upon thine!


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The Changing Light                                         by Lawrence Ferlinghetti


The changing light
at San Francisco
is none of your East Coast light
none of your
pearly light of Paris
The light of San Francisco
is a sea light
an island light
And the light of fog
blanketing the hills
drifting in at night
through the Golden Gate
to lie on the city at dawn
And then the halcyon late mornings
after the fog burns off
and the sun paints white houses
with the sea light of Greece
with sharp clean shadows
making the town look like
it had just been painted

But the wind comes up at four o’clock
s weeping the hills

And then the veil of light of early evening

And then another scrim
when the new night fog
floats in
And in that vale of light
the city drifts
anchorless upon the ocean



photo Rose Cook