Ph: Poetry Writing: Discovered Seashells - (More Or Less Intact) Poem by Brian Johnston

More like seashells on beaches, encounters with love
may enchant, disappoint us, but offer assurance.
Love blossoms through chemistry though the first art
(not the artist)is sand now and work of new life forms
make sandbanks a tapestry, literal canvas,
a wall to delight both the staid and the wild.
May each husk (I let go of)bring joy to some witness,
for all love has meaning beyond understanding,
and colors though minted by mollusks are proof
of connections we share with the future, the past,
of more Natural Laws which suggest that Creation
has boundaries also, that God, too, is bound.

Aren't all poems creations? Is poetry found
like a shell on life's shore or in mind's evolution?
May God rue the day I pray muse wills a fast,
that I disown past musings my present finds turnoff,
or lean more toward rhetoric linked to grandstanding.
Let poetry serve more what Soul should confess.
Show Your Grace to what's gifted. Let gifts each prove love child
that honors its parent, both yin and yang novice
of catholic rhyming, reject what conforms
to idolatrous prattle. Does Mozart break Glass?
It's the poem asp profits when pride proves more pretense!
Though poets lack wings, rhymed verse soars like a dove!


Brian Johnston
17th of May in 2020