Ears seek song to curl around,
to offer buried warmth.
Empty, they mimic shells pressed
to sand, listening for a memory of salt.
On dead-sand, with every grain
a crystal of once-life,
the ocean conducts her important
burials. Important because
we see them-
when we remember eyes.
Each wave climbs the beach to find
a grave. Leaves gifts of skeletal
dust and shell.
Not because they are unwanted,
nor unneeded-
but to tell us to remember life, before
it was heard.
Even the sadness.
Especially that.
In a list
A contest entry
- bête noire... by misselaineous.
1750 points, ended November 29, 2007, 10 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think (Critical Honesty Appreciated)
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beautiful... saddening, but not in an overwhelming way, in a kind of quiet and calm, reflective manner... the closing two lines are especially lovely!
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i read this when it was forst posted
and went away and let it sit with me
i have come back to commnet in a meaningful way
i have an afinity with water - particularly the beach and the waves and pebbles, don't ask me why - my ideal place would be at the beach, watching the waves, longshore drift of pebbles and shingle and the soothing of gentle waves, or the crashing of big waves.
this has a hollow feel
and it made me feel sad
but if fulfilled the one criteria i asked for
i felt it...
thank you
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Wow. This can be applied to so much... either personal or more global. I love your metaphor of listening and not hearing the shells and just the entire poem made me want to take every sigh of it in. I just love this. I am going to pretend you wrote it for me.
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Yes I like this well done I don't need to say muc more except I would love to read this again and again
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Loved this poem - I could hear the oceans and the inner-oceans. Loved the metaphor here.
~ Nicolette
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I didn't like this at first..
and I was going to tell you why... but then I felt the curling ears, winding into seashells and the salt and... well my favorite part was the ending to begin with so there! Take that.
You are such a beach at times,
Kj
PS. This grew on me like a tide -
very food
very sad very smartly worked out
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wow...thats a great poem with great imagery congrats on bein able to write with such imagery ( i wish i could) great write.
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...i don't know what to say to this.
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