Sunday, October 7, 2018

Sea-shells

The buoyant waves,
swirling, twisting,
and swiveling festively,
crash at the shore.
The majestic tides,
those irresistible, raw,
liberating bursts of energy
recede.
The shore sand shines,
littered with beautiful
seashells.
Those empty carcasses
with echoes of ocean
resounding in their depths,
reminiscent of a
life lived beautifully.
Such impermanence,
such transience,
such evanescence.
All temporal affairs
so short-lived.
All joys come to pass.
But in the wake
they leave behind
their indelible mark.
That beautiful ink stain,
bearing exquisite testimony
to the cliché,
not how long you live
but how well you do it.
What worth your life carries?

Photo prompt @ Sandra Crook

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3 comments:

  1. "… empty carcasses with echoes of ocean" - lovely. You have written a terrific poem which I know is brilliant read aloud because I just did that - twice, Jilly, Sugar on the Bee

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  2. Very nicely written. I enjoyed that.

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  3. I am always impressed by those who can write good, meaningful poetry.

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