Ten years gone,
wave nestles, melody ripples,
sea shell in quiet sands.
Nature changes nothing;
same sea, same skies,
no beauty diminished, no dented time.
Am I the same sea gull
foraging seaweed on sheltered shore?
I feel I am;
rest,
secure isolation,
life should be-
sea shell solidarity in
my moment.
Author notes
Art: R S Adams Jr
A contest entry
- Who can Object by Legend.
1800 points, ended November 15, 2007, 14 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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thank you, Legend
for the opportunity to enter and for the silver. I am pleased people liked my poem. I enjoyed reading the other poems as well.
Thank you for the time and effort for the competition which you ran.
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Superb!! I wanted to choose this topic.. but they ocver a wild lot.. I was sure.. my muse would stop nowhere. But u penned it so beautiful
Good luck..
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oh this is beautiful...I loved the last stanza so much...a perfect picture of a peaceful life...very captivating!!!
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good idea
life sometimes seems like a seashell- not changing every day..mac
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This is outstanding, your last stanza was jsut perfect
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I don't know ~
It could be it: "Several of the manuscripts are unique authoritative sources, while others constitute our best texts among multiple existing versions. They reveal much about the maturation of the poet's creativity during four years of his brief life, between "On Receiving a Curious Shell" (1815) and "To Autumn" (1819). Above all, they show us what is lost when penmanship yields to the printed page: what Helen Vendler, in her insightfiul essay on the manuscripts, calls "the living hand of Keats." These sharply reproduced facsimiles provide compelling visual evidence of a mortal author in the act of composing immortal works. "
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Wow! This is the one I chose ...
but, Richard, I went wandering and wondering with a mermaid, instead!
You know, I think that YOU drew that SHELL!! Wonderful.
This is minimalist free verse and has clarity and thoughtfulness. The idenitity with the sea gull is very well done.
I think John Keats wrote a poem about a shell that had not moved. I shall lok into that.
Meanwhile, thank you for an artistic poem of eloquence.
Lyndon. 
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This is simply gorgeous and I love where you took this. I love the calm flow and the peace it brings to the reader. Excellent!. Well done and good luck in the contest.
Shaz xx
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I like this. Your word's mirror the picture you've used very closely.
Your subtle descriptions give gentle nudges of image, but don't force the
mind's eye to see any one thing. I'm sure there's a more technical way to say it,
evocative maybe. Matt
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I read this twice in quick succession. I like what you have done here, I like the way you have set your format, as if each space is a moment, day, decade, in time. it's lovely. Good Luck with this. Von
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I love that you have taken this object and written what came to mind This is what i requested poets to do.As you say time is endless and although we all disappear some things seem for ever.A snapshot 50 years on would still show the same image Well done Good luck in the contest
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interesting...
...is what comes to mind, and that's good thing because I get involved when I'm interested! IN OTHER
WORDS... this is good!
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