Washed up on this sandy shore,
Once a proud bastion of the forest,
Shrivelled and dried.
Once anacondas coiled and copulated
In my upper branches.
Now crabs scuttle around my trunk.
Perhaps some artist, sculptor
Will see the beauty
In my washed up, dried shell
And cart me off to his studio
To be varnished and cherished
As the work of art
I once was.
A contest entry
- Seascape Series: Driftwood by Nicolette.
450 points, ended July 4, 2007, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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moving lines in this poem… made me smile and think how talented you are. a poem for admiring and appreciating! choice words here
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Alive deadwood portrait painted in this exquisit poem.
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This is perfect!! I love driftwood, I think it is beautiful. When it is warn smooth, and holds the secrets of nature. It is like natures art. wonderful job and good luck in the contest.
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I was so tempted to enter this contest because I have a special feeling about driftwood and the way my mom and aunt used to use it as decoration, in centerpieces and yes, even "art" (painted.) I would not have necessarily expected to see that in a poem here, so I am getting a kick out of your going in that direction too. Thanks for your astute comments, as always.
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Some lovely touches of alliteration here in "anacondas coiled and copulated"...and some great imagery too. I liked the way you've given life back to the piece of driftwood, and the acknowledgment of the original tree as a work of art - such a lovely twist that is. Lovely poetry.
Thank you for posting it in my contest.
~ Nicolette
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