Critical Analysis #2 |
The Shell |
Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
The Shell A spiral shell lay on the tide-washed sands, a conch with polished marble walls that echo not the sounds of a silent mollusk, but the rhythms of my heart A cherished prize from the salty brine, a gift of beauty, a jewel to the eyes, amystery to the mind What creature made this exquisite palace home with curved hallways that twist inward to an unknown place? A place to harbor the secret joys within me Was it Neptune who lifted you from the depths of the sea floor and caused you to settle here under an April moon to be found by someone who would worship the perfection of your form, and keep you as a reminder of the magnificence of life? Along a vacant beach I strolled at dawn, and found myself wrapped in a shell of sea colors Just as my body harbors a soul unseen, so does this shell contain the mysteries, the intrigue and the wonders of life that spiral through my mind If we could exchange places, would you hold me in such reverence? Would you ask me to tell you the purpose of life? If so, I would know and hold the silent answer for I could only echo the rhythms of your heart Elizabeth Santos |
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jbouder Member Elite
since 1999-09-18
Posts 2534Whole Sort Of Genl Mish Mash |
Elizabeth: This is a lovely poem. It has been a while since I have read a poem like this. The wonder you found in the simplicity of nature was refreshing, and the application to the your own life that you discovered in contemplating the mysteries of the shell was well executed. Discovery of the shell ---> self-discovery. I think you did this effectively. It is good to be back, by the way. I hope to read more of your work soon. Jim [This message has been edited by jbouder (07-24-2002 08:54 PM).] |
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WhiteRose Member Elite
since 2002-07-23
Posts 3208somebody's dungeon |
I have never been a shell collector. Then my daughter came along and her wonder at the mysterious shapes and sizes overwhelmed me I guess. Now I see them in a different way. This poem is lovely. |
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