Sitting
amongst
the sea life
on a boulder chair
when I saw her
green, slightly,
thin and fragile
lodged
stuck
unmoveable
She was so fragile
Force may hurt her
So I stayed
sitting apart
ever so slightly and
In the wondering I felt
the tiniest nudge
of grief
I wondered more ~
What was
I grieving?
Selfish desires to make this shell mine?
Ego-based hope to incorporate
her beauty into my creativity?
Relentness lust for more experience?
I heard the seagulls wings
river-like as they opened and closed
they unfolded and refolded
I heard the waves greeting the shore
moving away from the shore
Seesawing up and down, back and
forth, in and out, hello - goodbye
The water became fire licking and burning
the sand with the heat
of the ocean underbelly
Weight relaxed against the boulder
I simply sat with the shell
the rocks
the silence
I sat
I sat
I sat
I looked at this shell and wondered
who was imprisoned, who was stuck
Was it her
Or was it me?
(Written in part for the Jingle Poetry Potluck)
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A fine poem. Evocative. Posses good questions. The photograph is stunning as well. Thanks for a lovely Potluck offering, Julie. Wonderful.
Posted by: JamieDedes | January 31, 2011 at 09:00 AM
Delightful piece, Julie.
By the way, while you were sitting there, did you happen to notice: Does she still sell sea shells by the sea shore? :)
Posted by: Eric 'Bubba' Alder | January 31, 2011 at 09:14 AM
a silent pause can tell us more about ourselves than we may care to know...your words took me to the Pea Island and a long walk...thank you
Peace, hp
Posted by: hpicasso | January 31, 2011 at 09:14 AM
cheerful to see your beautiful entry.
Thanks for the time.
have fun!
A++
Posted by: Jingle | January 31, 2011 at 09:53 AM
Julie, this gave me chills. A powerful, reflective poem that fits the theme so well. I applaud you.
Posted by: Victoria | January 31, 2011 at 10:13 AM
That's very cute and thoughtful. I guess the fact that most shells once had something living inside them slao makes them a sad object. I like your ending too.
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Posted by: Jessica | January 31, 2011 at 10:57 AM
Julie, a delightful and evocative piece.
Posted by: pamela | January 31, 2011 at 12:30 PM
Wow, that was really cool. Deep thoughts, well written.
Posted by: Star Ka'at | January 31, 2011 at 06:30 PM
OOOOOOOOoo lovely new input for my brain!!! Thanks!
Posted by: Elisa | February 01, 2011 at 07:49 AM
Oh wow! My heart hurt and the tears started flowing as I read this. We are definitely kindred.
Posted by: Lisa | February 01, 2011 at 08:11 AM
This is beautiful! A captured in the moment piece! Oh love the ending also...? and I? haha
Posted by: JH_Poetry | February 01, 2011 at 09:47 AM
I truly loved the ending. You painted a beautiful picture.
Posted by: rmpWritings | February 01, 2011 at 07:12 PM
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Posted by: Jingle | February 02, 2011 at 11:19 AM
Fabulous poem, very interesting question at the end. do we see the reflection of our own emotions in the things we see? i guess so.
Posted by: trisha | February 05, 2011 at 06:08 AM