Under the low sinking sun, pink sky with dabs of blue, a shell of great value to me.
Mysterious, affluent, and more expressed than the shell beside.
Purple and gold in colour it’s rather rare.
I blink my eye and in a mere moment ’tis gone.
I lost it to a seagull that accidentally thought it was food.
I’m in erratic despair!
Awww Aziz come back and visit when you can. Sometimes the words just come to me and sometimes I need to find that little bit of inspiration. Penning poetry is very personal and spiritual. Thanks for the comments.
The colorful way you express makes me long for those shells. Lovely rhyme, nice poetry.............10+++
This is well written. It expresses the strong respect most of mankind has for the ocean, and I love that appreciation for things loved and lost.
beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, which tends to make us wiser and OLDER. very well written, and i see it through your eyes. a ten
Them pesky seagulls strike again! They sure know their artwork one day I'm going to find their gallery.
I blink my eye and in a mere moment ’tis gone. I lost it to a seagull that accidentally thought it was food. I’m in erratic despair! sweet poem again in only 6 lines but inside a long colorful and lovely roantic way written story..I really liked this too, , means you are doing good and writing sweet poems..well done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is nice and I really miss Canada.