How poetic can you be? Write a short poem about what you see

You cannot see the life in me

I hide inside my shell

It protects me from the outside world

Keeps me safe from harm

Until some human comes along and picks me off the rock

Then its off to the kitchen and the stockpot

Scallop Shell

Tasty mollusk

harvested by fisherman

leaves a beautiful

symmetrical shell

that adorns gardens.

Shell no longer protects.

The flow is the show.

Skin, the shell that holds the soul.

Textures, patterns, swirls.

Look what I found in my pants, Mom after I spent the day at Mission Bay neat, huh?

The Shell

As I walk upon the sand, of a lonely beach

On the northern California coast

There is drift woods spread all over the place

But In the wash of waves that splash on the sand beneath my feet

I see a small shell of a home that used to be

A place where a creature lived

Now just an empty broken shell remains

We only think of man on this world stage

But do we have more rights than all the other living things

The shell, what’s left of it sits in my hand, but the future life of all living things, resides in the hands of Man!

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A wrinkle in time a shell from the sea,

Traveling far and wide and ending with me.

Where have you been? Where have you gone?

A salty treasure that I shall take home.

© Cynthia Clark

The shell and me

It's seen as many centuries

Which are nil, oh well...

So just like me

It can only boast sincerely

Of surviving through the times,

Through torrents and storms

Abrasions and collisions

Dust and grime and shallow times,

And coming out swimmingly

To be admired for its beauty

Despite its harrowed life (hopefully)

By Dina Salysa