The Shell. Poem by Fay Slimm
The Shell.
Ivory white, and quite symmetrical,
It oozes artistry.
Hardened by time and water's frenetic
Movement, this shell imparts
It's own magnetic pull on my poet's mind.
Bright bold stripes adorn it.
Holed now, minutely, by another kind
Of life, it still fits
My idea of perfect shape for usage.
Up from the watery deep,
I will keep this former house of beauty.
It's unused silent harvest I will reap.
Fay, wonderful poetry can be gleaned by staring natures beauty in the face. You have done both with accuracy and choice of word.10/10 Regards, Ian
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5/5/2024 11:50:05 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Fay, I love your perception and analytical approach. I also love sheshells on the sheshore. Great poem Steve