Walking along the shore

The sand kissing my feet

The waves lapping and nipping

Erasing my footsteps as I walked by.

I walked towards the Sun

Mottling the sky in reds and blues

Scattering the clouds

As he left for his nightly abode.

As the waves receded yet again,

It pricked at my feet

I looked down and saw

Its patterned shell.

A sea shell, formed over the years,

Hiding a life, nurturing it

Then setting it free

To wander the halls of spirits.

As I walked back,

I held it to my ear

Its preserved melody,

The eternal song of the sea.

 

  • in response to this prompt, http://poetryprompts.tumblr.com/post/178349534956/write-a-poem-about-picking-up-seashells.

It was the first day of Spring,

I took off my shoes and toed the grass

Morning dew still within

Tickled my toes and calmed my soul.

A lonely yellow flower

Poked its head through the ground,

I patted it and murmured,

‘Welcome back, dear old friend’ !

Children played on the swings,

Happy families all around

I looked about and met your eye

A chord twanged in my heart.

The wind was playing with your hair,

You smiled and I smiled back

In your bright blue eyes,

I saw an ocean storm swell.

Your thoughts wove a canvas

Flared up my daydreams and nights

Your touch like an ember

That lit a fire under my skin.

This seems like a moment of truth,

Is it a passing fancy,

Or dare I say the word,

‘Love’ in all its fury ?

Where do we go from here,

To the pastures of everlasting joy,

To love and to keep forever

Or the glass case of broken dreams

To forget and be forgotten…