Animal poems - Orca
Orca
... wild, majestic, sophisticated
There is a new world I have discovered, and fallen in love with.
In is foreign,
beautiful,
expansive.
When dreaming of new unexplored worlds,
People look to the stars.
Waves of imagination and awe,
Intelligent life forms and giant gliding spacecraft.
Diving in the cold weightless orbits of space.
The look in the wrong direction,
They look to space, and not ocean.
Forces we can touch, but never fully control.
In the cold pristine north pacific ocean,
Is a creature of my fascination.
The magnificent and powerful orca flies gracefully through the weightless ocean depths.
It transitions through patches of oceans like grizzly bears disappearing and reappearing in the forest mist.
The true mass of these giant cetacea beast is fully realized when they breach and crash down on to the water.
Behind them, the backdrop of Alaskan mountains, and in front is my frozen breath before my eyes.
The matriarch herself emerges first, leading her pod.
In this specialized group of ocean hunters, she is the commander.
Even among these intelligent beasts, she is the wisest, the most patient and the commands the respect of the sea.
People have tried to tame these intelligent creatures in captivity.
Her mouth, full of deadly perfect white teeth, will show neither smile nor frown.
Her body, always beautiful, is a wet sheen surface of streamline black and white perfection.
She is hard to read.
Only deep in the knowing galaxy-like eyes of the great killer whale can you see it's happiness or pain.
Even with a lifetime of study, you may still read it incorrectly.
The name "killer whale" does not convey your complexity.
You can be a devastating force of nature, and yet fragile to man.
You belong in the wild, always.
I will always dream about you as a powerful, yet soft and fragile creature that could crush and eat any man easily.
But for some unknown reason, you eat fish and seals, but rarely, rarely ever attack men in the wild.
This is your mysterious charm. To have such power yet such softness.
This is how one falls in love.
-- by Andrew Noske
About this Poem... This is one in a serious of poems I've written about various animals. The motivation, is that I love the idea of spirit animals, and I decided, one day, to ask many of my friend what animal they think best represents their personality. In some cases the poems are written with the person in mind... and sometimes it's purely about the animal. Read more about my process here. If you love this poem or want another written please e-mail me at . :-)
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